Introduction

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This is not a blog in the regular sense. I'm not writing this for other people. I don't know how long I will do this, or how often I will post, or what I will say. I'm not doing this for money or internet-fame, or really anything. Mostly, I've begun to think that we are living at a very interesting time in history, and that 2020 may be a pivotal year.

In the past, people kept diaries that have become remarkable insights into the thoughts of our ancestors. I'm no one important. I'm a librarian at a small university, a Millennial, a single woman (in many senses), and an introvert. I have no great traumas in my life, no real drama. I'm not rich, but I'm not poor. Basically, I'm as bland as bland can be.

Still, I think it's important to make some record of what is going on in a small American university town, some record of what one particular bland person perceived of the world.

So here it is. I don't even know if I'll make this public. But it is my diary of a Covid year.