In accounting, 15 May means we can round up to June, which means we’re just hours away from being halfway through 2020.
Half. Way. Thru. 2020.
Just wow! Where did the time go? Seriously– I’ve spent three decades at home during these 60ish days of sheltering-in-place
and have the gray hair to prove it.
It’s like having toddlers all over again.
Contrary to the Ides of March (see Shakespeare’s Julius Cesaer), and in comparison to 04/20 (my birthday, Columbine, DeepWater Horizon), May 15th has very little associated with it, if one discounts the women’s suffrage movement.
People born on this day, have Taurus as their astrological sign. Salt of the earth. Rock solid. Steady. Stubborn. Capable of demolishing a china shop.
Which makes this years’ mid-May interesting. With COVID-19, every day is precious and unique, while simultaneously being as monotonous as an accounting textbook.
How we manage our time during this crises has downstream effects. Will we be relaxing in green pastures with a crown of daisies like Ferdinand the Bull, or will we be crashing into the structures that surround us, breaking everything in sight?