It’s drizzling, as it would at this time of the year. I carry a cooler bag that contains a key lime pie that is probably as anxious as I am surrounding its fate. It feels like I had just baked one yesterday, which was last Christmas. The concept of time seems to have gone through a black hole for the past three years. What was far seems near, and what happened last week could feel like ages ago. The pandemic has definitely flipped our lives repeatedly as if the universe was an hourglass.