The Dog Who Attacked Me
<p>At the beginning of 2021, the Pandemic was still thriving; vaccines weren’t available yet, and I was losing my mind out of sheer boredom. I always thought Pandemics would be filled with adrenaline rushes, flesh-eating zombies, and all-out war. I honestly thought I’d see a rabid Grandma drop down from the rafters at Gelsons and fistfight a man for the last can of beans. That was not the case. The Pandemic was mind-numbingly dull. If Covid didn’t kill me, the monotony of everyday life would. Something needed to change, or I would be stuck in the endless loop of 2020 forever. Wake up, walk the dog, drink coffee, check Twitter, write, read a book, watch the news, ride my Peloton, shower (sometimes), stare out the window, water my plants, learn Italian, walk the dog, watch TV, pour wine, drink wine, drink more wine, and go to bed.</p>
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