Of Sanitizer and Sanity

How I washed my hands of anxiety

It seems like an odd time to count your blessings, when the world is focussed on counting its afflictions, punctuated by 20-second choruses of Happy Birthday To You as we dutifully rinse the plague from our hands. But the last year has been all about counter-intuitive, unintended consequences and suddenly being appreciative for any opportunity afforded by extreme…