Us Chicagoans are now starting up our fourth week of shelter-in-place orders amidst the greatest pandemic of modern history. Since mid-march we haven’t been able to visit bars, restaurants, movie theaters, gyms, and yes, our workplaces.
In my apartment I find myself surrounded by more screens than a Las Vegas sportsbook, alas with no sports to be played.
In these high-pressure days, I’m watching a shitload of TV. Like, a metric fuckton of television. It’s been too cold for my taste to run in the mornings so far, though that should change shortly here, so I’m confined to the couch at the golden hour.