My manager told me he is having a hard time keeping up with the days. That’s the type of shit people say in jail. So for my manager, and let’s use some weak deductive reasoning, being stuck at home due to the coronavirus is like being in jail.
“You never really know what’s coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it comes, you can surf over it, instead of drown in its monstrosity.” – Alysha Speer
On the way to Shanghai, I had a layover in Dallas. I had been to Dallas one other time: training for a recruiting job in the electrical industry. It’s an unimportant fact, but one I thought about while sitting at the departure gate in Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport.