This Old Thing?

What we have been, or now are, we shall not be tomorrow. — Ovid

As I awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, I lay in bed wondering what to wear. This was not so luxurious a pastime as it may sound. This was not lounging. Think of it as more like lying in bed and wondering what to do about becoming a bug.

In difficult situations, it is important to try to figure out what is going to happen next, especially if you have no idea. Anxiety is often the result. When you wake up and discover that you have become a horrendous insect, it’s wise to take a time out. A few deep breaths. Maybe a short snooze. The compound eyes will definitely be an adjustment.

I have been working from home for . . . well, a while now, and I can attest to a similar sense of disorientation. Especially in the mornings. “What has happened to me?” is a question with application to both a new thorax and the season-appropriate...