By some measures, March 11 is the one-year anniversary of pandemic lockdown here in the USA. The NBA shut down in the middle of a game on March 11, 2020. I forgot about that. That’s wild. I still had to go into the office for another week after that, so one year ago for me was that sort of fuzzy time where things were starting to feel apocalyptic and people were talking a lot about washing your hands properly and sanitizing your mail but life was sort of still going on. The other day I was making small talk (remember that?) with an acquaintance (remember them?) who I hadn’t really seen in a year. In the “how’s your year been” convo, he admitted his year had actually been pretty good. I said I felt the same way, and that I sort of felt guilty about it because a lot of people had really terrible years. He agreed. There are lots of ways people have experienced this and my fine-ness and guilt about it is not unique. In a lot of ways this pandemic has played into my general preferences: wor...