Unemployment: The Sequel

It was a Sunday, or maybe a Thursday, and I had marinated fully into my couch. In the closing days of my first week of unemployment, I held onto a March 2020-esque optimism and willed ignorance. All the hobbies, the recipes for someone with a more advanced cooking/baking regime than me, the books with a creased spine where bookmarks split the pages for months and months--all floating ahead of me with the lightness of unticked to-do bubbles.

At the top of the month in the early days of unemployme...