When the CoVid-19 outbreak began, I had a hunch that the sitting administration of the United States was ill-prepared to take the necessary steps to address it and keep the population as safe as could be from it. Yet even given my long-established and finely-honed cynicism did I imagine just how ill-prepared they were, and how badly they would bollocks it up, leaving us in the emotionally and economically hamstrung state we find ourselves today. And while I spent much of my free time in the spring of 2020 reading more books than I perhaps normally would have read, I ceased writing in my journal. Looking back, it seems now that it was an unconscious decision, as if I wanted to one day be able to forget it all happened.