Someday I will look back on these days and remember fondly my epic pedestrian commute. I wouldn't do it if was summer. I wouldn't do it if there wasn't a pandemic. But right now there isn't much else to do, anyway. The extra time that I would otherwise burn up doom scrolling on Twitter, or puttering anxiously around my apartment, worrying about ______, ruminating on _____ are now spent on a mini marathon of daily walking. I come home each night totally wiped out and ready to fall into bed. Whatever's on my mind is forced to march alongside me during these hours. More than enough time for examination and, as needed, escalation or dismissal. 

That being said, when my location reopens and I'm back to a 10 minute walk - that will be fucking great, too.