There have been several points during this pandemic where I thought things couldn’t get much worse, but between the near collapse of democracy, no clue when I’m going to get a vaccine, and the arrival of Bleak Season, this past month has easily been the worst yet. It’s been a struggle to get out of bed some days, let alone work or do anything remotely creative.
One of the things getting me through this are my daily walks, and when I can get my act together to go outside before it gets dark, I bring a camera. We sold our home of 14 years in November, moving into a temporary rental to downsize before we make a permanent move next year. It’s still technically the West Loop, just a few blocks northwest of our old place—familiar, but far enough away to feel like a new neighborhood, for a new year, maybe a little better than the last.