Goodbye to some of that

The last few weeks, the last few years, dodged bullets and slugs to the chest

It’s been a series of concessions. When colleagues started trickling back to the open-plan office, I pled my case to H.R. and was granted remote status. When the unmasked masses made a minefield of commuter transit, I ate into my savings and bought an old car so I could continue visiting with vulnerable folks. When my landlord hiked the rent on my studi…