Today marks 5 years since I last went into an office for work.
I left early that day (a Wednesday) because I had some kind of stomach bug and vomited. It was a $50 Lyft ride from Brickell, in Miami to the then BB&T commuter parking lot in far west Sunrise just past Sawgrass Mills.
The office officially closed that Friday, and I retired in September 2021.
For me, time has warped into having no meaning and today is simply March, 1837, 2020.