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Month: September 2020

In our grimmest hour

I haven’t checked social media yet. (And, as I write this, I’m determined not to. I’m not even googling to find out things like “which amendment was Prohibition again?” so I apologize, in advance, for factual errors or areas of vagueness.) About 20 minutes ago (at the start of writing this essay) I walked out of my bedroom, where I had just spent several hours in isolation, trying to get day jobbe work done — door shut, noise-canceling headphones on. I said to Paul, “hey?” meaning, “I stopped work for the day, what’s up?” and poked my head inside his…

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