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We - you and me - are all in quarantine right now. It's 2020 and I am a staggering (staggering) 49 years old, and we - all over the world - are hunkered down trying to not catch or transmit disease. It's hard to know how to explain this time. I am interested to know how we'll talk about it in five or ten years, or if we will.

I'm still in the Portland-area, I still live alone (with a cat, Blizzard), I still work at a bank, I still live in this condo I moved to eight years ago. I'm doing well. As horrified as I am to be nearing my 50s, I will say that the depression that plagued much of my 40s left as mysteriously as it came. For that, I am deeply grateful.

I don't know if I know how to do this anymore. We'll see. Hello, friends.