I loved lockdown. I had so much stuff in my chest freezer I got to use, we both lost a bunch of necessary weight due to actually following serving sizes. I beat like, three games in my backlog. Didn’t have to visit anybody, didn’t have to leave the house. I worked from home, and worked enough to pay off my student loans and buy two luxury watches. Plus donate to my alma mater’s fund for students stuck on campus. That was after my month long furlough, that is. Where I spent my time baking and cleaning and painting and every week I trimmed my facial hair into worse and worse creations to annoy my wife. We got an inflatable hot tub. I set up a project in the basement. We got a dog. It was one of the best years of my adult life.

Only downside is my grandma died.