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Love in the time of Chol -- er, Corona

Sometime in late 2017, I wrote some article about "everyone having a plan until they get punched in the mouth." I wrote of lot of not-really-that-"woke" stuff in 2017, because I got divorced that year. (If you like reading about personal failure and train wrecks, here's the full arc of all that.) Anyway, my own failures aside here for a second (they always remain close to my heart), the truth is that life is NOT easy for a lot of people. There's new responsibilities all the time. Your parents get older. Friend circles change. Things adjust in ways you'd potentially never expect. You know what they say about plans, right? "Life is what happens when you're making other plans..." I think that's either from John Lennon, the movie Mr. Holland's Opus, or Donald Trump. I'm not really sure.

Now let's bring in coronavirus for a second, because everyone likes to currently discuss that. Things are chaotic. It's confusing. What is "work from home?" People do that? Why is everyone buying toilet paper? What do you mean Amazon cannot send me large breed dog food until April 18th? What in the hell? Is society collapsing in on itself?

No, it's not. And again, everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face. And right now, for a period of time at least, we're getting punched in the face. (As a society, not individually. Although maybe both. I don't know your life.)

Every crisis seems terrible, whether it's personal, professional, spiritual, familial, or whatever. If you want to understand a little bit about how crying in a double-wide apartment complex closet vaguely correlates to looking at health data from Italy, well, I just wrote a little bit about that.
You will be OK. We will be OK.
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