Year 2

Well folks, it’s been just about two years since we first marked The End of Days. It’s funny how my brain was filled with just as many worries back then, but worries that didn’t incorporate a continuous risk assessment about airborne illness.

The offloading of adult responsibility throughout the last two years has been breathtaking. From a fractured government response to bizarre arguments about “personal freedom,” I am left wondering how bursting at the ethical seams we already were.

This new age of personal risk assessment is as daunting as it is ambiguous. On one hand I can’t wait to sit in a common area with a cup of coffee, and on the other I feel like genuine relief will continue to prove elusive.

If there’s been one transformative thing I have learned in the past two years, I would appreciate it if someone could tell me. Otherwise, I suppose there’s little to do but just keep swimming, and swimming, and swimming, and swimming.