Pique'n Yer Interest

Over the past few weeks, there have been enough lines drawn in the sand to make beach volleyball courts on every waterfront the world over.

I've always been a complainer. While I try to deliver my grievances with a dose of humour, if we're moderately close and I'm feeling a feeling, you will know about it. Stoicism? Mystery? Those are for cowboys and spies as far as I'm concerned.

With the pandemic putting a stop to live events the world over, it's been slim pickings for sports fans looking for some much-needed distraction on the TV dial.

It was supposed to be a busy weekend.

Like most people, I never imagined that a global pandemic would upend my life. Such things, I blithely thought, were a thing of the past—at least in wealthy, technologically advanced countries like Canada.

I have a confession to make. I may have unintentionally manifested an international lockdown. Six weeks ago, I was telling a friend how I hadn't been home for more than an hour and a half at a time, apart from sleeping, in two full weeks.

Judging by my social media feed, people are starting to go a little crazy in isolation—mostly in good, productive, and humourous ways, but it's early days still with potentially months to go.

At best, the last couple of weeks have been incredibly weird.

Before self-isolation sent us sadly toting our laptops to makeshift home offices, we had a little tradition in the Pique newsroom.

I probably don't need to tell you what an insane week this has been to be a journalist.