So I have been summoned to return to the place of work, which means I must emerge from my blanket cocoon. Whether I am ready for this transformative process remains to be seen, but I feel like a caterpillar being roughly and prematurely awakened from slumber. And here I go— whoops, I’m still a caterpillar. I raise my arms in a “what can you do about it” type of shrug. My legs are squishy balls. I should have eaten more leaf.
What did you do during quarantine?
Well, a little bit of this. Little bit of that.
So you mean you didn’t learn a new language, alter your body mass index, complete your novel, singlehandedly solve the civil rights crisis or umm, I don’t know, grow wings? I’ll just say it, WHACK, bro.
I should have eaten more leaf.