Across the Universe
Entry 1 8:42 a.m. I am in my office. Many people around, all from my team, waiting for the staff meeting to start. I am excited to gtfo of here. The commute took 45 minutes--I can do it in 10 on a Sunday. I don't miss coming to the office. I am glad to see other human beings that I work with, IRL, however. I showered, shaved and brushed my hair this morning, a chore I do less frequently at home since the advent of COVID-19 work from home mandates. I am surprised I could tame the wild shock of hair on my head given that the last time it was cut the leaves had not even started to change color, nor the night become so much longer that it was noticeable. I am filled with a sense of dread today for what is coming. I looked at the horizon, filled with Seattle skyscrapers as I was driving in, and was struck by the indifference of the universe . Dansul Mortii, Guy Marchand, 1485. I think having our own danse macabre in the form of this canc...