Thursday the 12...
While I remember Friday, March 13, 2020 extremely well. Thursday not so much. Which is a shame. Because I wish I could remember more about that day. But who knew? Thursday, March 12th, 2020 was the last day I worked in Lyndhurst, NJ. Although the ride from my house to there (and home) could be frustrating (just as frustrating as getting home from Newark, but on public transportation), the office suite was great. I, as many of my co-workers (and there weren't that many in the office), had office sized cubicles. I had a view that looked out on the marshlands of the area. Yes, some may say it's stinky and it was at times, but it was also beautiful. There were birds. And in the distance there was the city. (And I could count the cars on the NJ Turnpike.) When the sun was out, my space got HOT, no matter what the season. And when it was cloudy or raining...I had that (illicit) space heater going, even in t...