I believe this is my fifth week in quarantine. I say that without any real certainty because at this point, time is somewhat meaningless. The days stretch on, new hours to fill, new self-made schedules to mimic any kind of routine or normalcy. That’s all we really crave, now; normality. There have been many a silver lining to this ‘new normal’. New hobbies or skills or ‘time to ourselves’, many examples of ‘bright sides’ that we’ve plucked from our lives and painted positively. Baking bread, afternoons in the garden, finally watching that show you’ve been meaning to get to for months. It’s understandable, of course. If nothing else, looking on…