Are you noting a crop of "one year since" dates just about now?

My birthday is this week. It was the last time I had dinner with my brother a year ago. We hope to get together for another dinner soon.

It’s been one year since I ate in a restaurant.

It’s been one year since my husband and I have had our hair cut by a professional.

It’s been one year since I’ve seen anyone in my family, in person, outside of my husband.

A year since in-person zumba class.

A year since I’ve been to the theatre or a concert.

A year since I’ve been in the house of my local best friends (I used to be in their houses all of the time).

A year since I’ve gone dancing with friends.

A year since I’ve traveled more than 60 miles from my house.

A year since I’ve done an in-person social club.

It’s been a year since I got on a bus.
I’ve been cutting my own hair for a year.
One year since I visited a cinema.

This is the anniversary of my “dropping out”. It has been an interesting experience, the abrupt elimination of so many responsibilities, a year of doing virtually nothing productive. The luxury of reading at leisure and watching movies without interruption to the point of boredom. The phones have FINALLY stopped ringing incessantly, and were it not for the exertions of the wife, I think most of our crowd would conclude that I’ve dropped from the face of the earth. I thought that I would certainly go insane with the lethargy. I was either wrong or insane already.

More than one year without a real hug.

I didn’t realize how many little things I did until I didn’t do them. My hair is too long, my teeth need checking on, sometimes on a Sunday morning I am still startled that I am not having a simple diner breakfast with my friends.
All the things.
All the damned things.

One year ago I attended my last public gathering of more than ten people. I rode Amtrak to a conference with 100 or so attendees.

I was wary, but not enough to skip it. I was VERY self conscious when blowing my nose. I made a big show of staying away from the crowd and heading to the washroom for a thorough hand cleansing.

I think April 2020 was peak anxiety about coronavirus safety. I was washing my groceries.

It’s been a year since I’ve been in a movie theater or playhouse. It’s been a year since I’ve been on public transportation. It’s been a year since I’ve seen certain family members. It’s been a year since I’ve seen some of my friends. It’s been a year since we’ve had in-person meetings for the Board and for members at work.