After a year in isolation, I, at least, have gotten acclimated to a different existence—quieter, calmer, and almost entirely devoid of bullpoop. If you'd told me in March 2020 that quarantine would last more than a year, I would have been appalled; I can't imagine how I would've reacted if you'd told me, once it ended, I would miss it.
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