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Displaced Anchor

 Among many things being written about the pandemic, this explanation fit for a lay-person's consumption stood out "Covid-19 is like a burglar who slips in your unlocked second-floor window and starts to ransack your house. Once inside, though, they don’t just take your stuff — they also throw open all your doors and windows so their accomplices can rush in and help pillage more efficiently." 

All around me people are growing restless to be out and about, live their lives as they once used to. One of our clients laid of thousands of employees a few days ago we started to see people we did business with over the years go on full job hunt mode on LinkedIn. Yet others have changed jobs in the midst of the pandemic, lucking into opportunities that may have not come about for them in ordinary times. To be able to go on through this period without much changing in a person's life seems relatively rare. So that burglar analogy seems to resonate. 

It would be one thing to be down with a truly terrible flu but its a whole another thing to be horribly sick, have your life upended and see chaos take over wherever you turn. This afternoon on our walk, we noticed several office buildings up for sale for lease within a couple of blocks. These establishments have been around for decades - the anchors in the community that were supposed to be around for ever. That is no longer true.

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