When it’s all over

Since everyone else is doing the “it’s been a whole year since…” thing, I’ll do it too. It’s been a whole year since I last stepped foot in my office at work. My wall calendar is probably still stuck at March 2020 like the hands frozen on a pocket watch after a disaster. I have a large collection of masks. I’ve dried out my hands from overwashing and hand sanitizer. I’ve made it through toilet paper shortages, had to listen to jokes about bleach and hydroxychloroquine, shepherded our granddaughter through online school, dreaded every cough, and lived in fear that someone I love got sick.