For the first time in six weeks, I'm sitting in Honest Coffee Roasters having a cup of coffee before work. In my own mug, mind you, but still. And my baristas are wearing masks. And there are only a couple of other patrons in the shop and they're maintaining their distance from me and me from them.
Social distance.
So, here I am again. I'm set to mediate a case - day 2 - in less than an hour and I'm having a cup of coffee beforehand at my favorite coffee shop in the world. Anthony - a world class, touring drummer - is making coffee drinks this morning, wearing his purple baseball cap.
It's like I never left. And, maybe, just maybe, it's like the last six weeks and the coronavirus never happened. Just for a minute, anyway. Soon enough, it's back out to the real world. NPR and NYT stories about death, PPE and mask shortages, and hardship.
But now, just for a moment, I'm going to sit here and enjoy my coffee.
Like a normal person.
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