On the wall of my home office — which, since I live in a very small apartment, is also my kitchen and living room — I have a large calendar, to which I attach Post-It notes to remind me of things that need my attention in the next few days. There are so many notes there now, it looks like the damned calendar has grown feathers. My better half, who can occasionally match me for sarcasm, observed that at this point it could probably double as my Christmas decorations.
In sitting here pondering that mess, it struck me that it is a physical indicator that the tense, “life on hold” circumstances we have all experienced over the past seven-plus months are changing, or rather, have reached a point where they can change.