In February, I walked into our home office to find my husband hunched in front of his desk, hands limp in his lap, staring blankly at his computer screen.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I just want this to be over,” he muttered.
I knew what he meant. We were approaching the anniversary of lockdown, when everyone who could work from home started doing so, and the isolation and claustrophobia of pandemic life were taking a toll on him. He doesn’t like that his entire life had...