Lost The Plot
January. What a month, in a long stretch of awful months. It was such a dreadful month, in fact, that I lost the plot entirely and couldn't write a thing for weeks. It's hard to believe we're approaching one full year of this pandemic with almost no end or relief in sight. The vaccine isn't rolling out as quickly as we'd hoped, and now with the mutations happening across the globe, it might not even work anyway in the long run. The horror of over 440,000 dead today in America alone just makes me want to scream and rage. One of my old neighbors in Edinburgh passed away on January 7th, from Covid. It was heartbreaking news. We'd been friends for years, even after I returned to America. We'd emailed just before Christmas when she told me her husband had the virus and was in the hospital; she was in quarantine at home with a negative test and no symptoms. Then I sent her a New Year's email, expecting to hear that she was fine and her husband was home