Remember before you’re reminded

When the lockdowns eventually end, appreciate what you missed most

As I compose this post, I’m lying in a small cell on a hard, cold steel bunk, covered with a pallet I fashioned out of three blankets (I discard prison mattresses because they make my back stiff), surveying The “comforts” afforded to me during my forced COVID-19 isolation include a sink and a toilet; a cramped desk I’ve converted into my…