One of the perks, I guess, of writing a daily newsletter during a global pandemic is composing myself at least long enough to string a few hundred words together.

What should I do?

What’s going to happen?

I ask myself these questions a lot. But I will be ok. It will be ok.

If I’m honest, I don’t want to believe that. I’m angry. Change is inevitable, sure, but not yet, and not like this.

But here we are. And as much as the world’s conspiring to convince us otherwise, there’s good all around us, if we trust it. There are people who will help.

Knowing me, the wiser and no doubt more handsome future me will read this back and encourage his current-past/then-present self to breath. Because it has, in fact, turned out just fine.

So here I am, breathing, cursing that smug, salt-and-pepper’d bastard for being right.