I’m not sure if anyone’s still reading this blog. I don’t really promote it anywhere anymore. With what is currently going on in the world, I’m not sure I can really offer anything valuable or interesting for anyone else. My perspective isn’t really unique. But we’re in the middle of a scary, stressful, historic time. I’ve said that I think one day, historians will read our group texts and social media posts as artifacts. Whether or not that’s true, I want to write about what’s going on for myself.

I’ve been social distancing for over two weeks now. I live alone, so I have not touched another person or had a face-to-face conversation with anyone other than cashiers and delivery people at all during that time. But I really can’t complain- I am healthy, my family and friends are healthy, and I’m not in a high-risk group. I’m working from home and have been repeatedly assured that my job is safe.

March has always been my least favorite month. It’s long. There are no days off, or major holidays. We turn the clocks ahead an hour and it feels like winter should be over, but it never is. But March this year has absolutely outdone itself. The month began with Super Tuesday, and a couple of days later, I grieved for Elizabeth Warren’s presidential campaign. And then came COVID-19, and the mass of tragedies, big and small, that came along with it.

I’ll write more. I want to write about what it’s been like to go through this day by day. For now, I’ll just end with…eff you, March.