The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.
Henry David Thoreau
I was reminded today that it’s now been 100 days since I started quarantine as a result of the pandemic. That’s a long time to be trapped in one place and in my head. A long time to reflect on the past, deal with an uncertain present, try to guess what the future might hold, and to add up the debits and credits of work which has been the closest to anything novel on most days.
The price of all that work though is starting to feel far too high.