I remember the halcyon early days of COVID, when, except for the oppressive fear of dying, I had peace. Little traffic, no meetings at City Hall. I was free of the fear of missing out on some important decision. Of course, I was wrong. Lots of stuff was going on, but out of public view.
Just as none of us is the last owner of our house/home, we are not the last owners of all the stuff we have collected either. As wonderful as it all is, the reality is that someday all of that must find a new home.
Covid engendered a lot of changes. I no longer look like my photo in the Indy (new headshot coming soon). I adapted to working alone at the office, bringing my lunch instead of going home.