How much more do we know now over what we knew in April?
It’s May already, which I mention only because being in quarantine has made it hard to keep track of time. A lot of us are barely able to distinguish between Monday and Tuesday much less March and April. I’ve been waiting for May because it means that I got through April, and that maybe means an end to this endless-seeming quarantine.
Lowering the bar here: an end to this phase of the quarantine.