Writer's block, as you probably know, is a miserable thing. It turns out life blocks aren't that great, either. Thank goodness for prompts. It’s the end of June. Moments ago, it was January, and I was tending to the end of a fully-felt fling and wondering what the year had in store for me. Then a pandemic hit. Entire cities shut down. Entire countries. Tens of thousands of people died faster than we could count them. The US administration, under the cover of that chaos, came