I tire so of hearing people say,

Halfway through February, nearly a year into the pandemic, and I am losing count of the number of people declaring their despair.

Halfway through February, Carnival Sunday, and the fete tabanca is profound.

Halfway through February, nearly half a million deaths in the US.

Halfway through February, no end in sight to the suffering.

In the midst of a national crisis of accountability, powerful men argue about whether telling a woman that you will destroy her is a fireable offense.