After five months of whatever the hell these past five months have been, I finally broke last night. I don’t mean that I cried or called an enemy in a coronavirus-cum-shutdown-cum-riot triggered meltdown. No, instead, I sang.
After a socially distanced dinner on a restaurant patio, a friend and I met up at another’s for a socially distanced digestif, and that’s when it hit me, the brick wall dividing my patience and my limit.
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