On the 18th day before I turn 40...
my brother is getting married today and because of covid restrictions, I can't be there.
Perhaps the worst lesson of my 30s is "life in a global pandemic."
(ok, fine, there are some good lessons from this time too, but...honestly the overriding feeling today is not of good lessons, but sadness that I'm going to watch my brother's wedding on FB live because travel isn't possible.)
I'm sure there's a poem for this, but I don't want there to be.
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