As Grace and I head into the sixth (seventh?) week of sheltering-in-place, I’ve found myself increasingly unmoored from the concept of time. Nothing feels imminent, but many things feel urgent, yet that urgency neither seems to rise nor fall with the progression of the hours. I have obligations, still, both old and new ones, but they rarely seem to strike with the force of something
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