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May 5, 2020
When this horror is in the rear-view mirror, I can't wait to wear clothes that aren't squishy or insanely comfortable, to feel my waist against a belt, my feet against shoes, my legs against a dress, my entire body against the bulk of a coat (because as much as I hate the thought, I do think it'll be coat weather by the time I leave the house). I can't wait for the jangle of my keys in my hand, the checking and re-checking of "phone/wallet/keys" before striding toward Broadway on my way to do nothing in particular, anywhere in general.