Notes on a Pandemic I didn't open this to write anything in particular; I merely knew I needed to write, because after all this time, my last entry was "Notes on Sobriety" and I am not sober anymore. I don't know how you can be, at a time like this. Luckily, my liver and kidneys recovered enough so I could drink through this pandemic.
It's hard to find positives, but the persistence of my internal organs is where I find mine. I also have a wife who loves me and takes care of me, of course, but it's easier to talk about the drinking, especially with that whole Post-Modern Drunkard thing.
I don't actually have any other notes on the pandemic of note. I don't know what I can tell you, since we all are going through it, and it's all the same, and it's all different for all of us. Maybe we can get together on the other side of it, tell hilarious stories of the vaccine lines, close calls, delivery snafus, or whatever we went through. My pandemic has been singular--not great compared to some, not awful compared to others, but not finished yet.