I'm convinced that I died about a week before Rafa took over. If you look back, other than Bowie dying, everything went weird immediately after that so I'm just assuming I stepped out in front of the X10 or died in my sleep since things have taken a drastic turn that no sane person could have ever predicted. I'm living in some kind of strange purgatory where I still get to have meaningful relationships that nourish and embolden my life but, at the same time, every established norm, every old God and every shred of common sense has been stripped from the planet and chucked in the green recycling bin so I really don't know what to think.