Short Story (to lighten the mood)
How Chloe St. Germain Found Peace and Harmony in 2020 “It’s a bathtub, Chloe, that’s all,” Judy shouted through her cotton mask from across the room as she pointed to the hallway that led to the tank rooms. COVID19 had closed Judy’s Escape Float Spa temporarily due to the shutdowns - and my knitting shop, Yarn Yoga, for good. I would visit from across the room while Judy furtively shuttled a few long-time clients through the back door to the single tub she kept operational. They were nurses and Judy justified the illegal activity as community service rather than what it was: keeping the lights on. For me, it was the only time I saw another human in real life anymore. “There’s a thousand pounds of Epsom salts cycling through that tank. You control the lights, the sound, everything. Choose your own sensory adventure, Chloe, but you can’t stay like this.” She gestured up and down with her left hand, helpless to describe the state I was in. I self-consciously brought a hand up to my h
