Dispatch #2: a letter for the end of the world, i mean, year

Dear Cosmos Community,

I’ve been singing along (loudly) to Michael Bublé’s Christmas album, stopping to inhale the fresh pine Christmas trees on the street, taking myself on neighborhood walks to admire the sparkly Christmas lights — and then the world ended.

Not with a bang, or a whisper, but five block-long lines for a COVID test! Tornados! Rain in Los …