To paraphrase Bare Naked Ladies, it's been ... six months of self-quarantine. On March 13, I was officially sent home along with other remaining co-workers to work remotely for an undetermined period of time. One-hundred-eighty-four days later, I'm still here, and spiced up the day-to-day grind with a convenient trimalleolar fracture in July that, thus … Continue reading Six Months and Counting: Let’s all admit it’s bad TV getting us through