A LITTLE BIT OF ORK

I haven’t written a thing, though I think about writing. Everything I could possibly write about seems trite in the face of what the world is facing. Any problem I might have is so overwhelmingly first-world that it would be embarrassing to write about it and to be honest, I don’t have any problems like that. I’m fine. We’re fine. Everyone I know is fine, so far. We’ve been on a rotating work-from-home schedule for 2.5 weeks and I’m officially halfway through Gilmore Girls and have no idea what I’ll watch after that. Westworld season 3? Except how can I...