I admit it. I got swept up in the hype on Black Friday, too. Not buying a new flatscreen TV, but buying into the panic, anger, and fear of the new variant, omicron. My thoughts went along the lines of,
Thanksgiving was supposed to be our return-to-normal celebration, and instead, the pandemic gave us the but-wait-there-is-more finger.
Then I stopped.
Don’t get me wrong. I want this siege to be over, too, because I am so ready for next. And that is my point. We--most of us--have done all the things; internet hoarding, disinfection, work from home, lock-down, masks, breathe, sourdough starter, DIY plumbing, jigsaw puzzles, breathe, testing, more lock-down, testing, painting the guest room, testing, solitaire holidays, testing, sprucing up the kitchen, shot one, shot two, breathe, hybrid school, open, mask off, mask on, in-person school, testing, better, back in the office, live music, testing, better, third shot, and now we are here. We started from the bottom now we’re here, as Drake sings.
This is not square one. This is square six-hundred-twenty-seven if we count by days, and probably two-and-a-half light years if we count by gray hairs. We know stuff now. We knew this could (and most likely would) happen. It is just that our panic button has been used so much it is stuck on high, and honestly, we are a little addicted to it.
So I decided to take a deep breath and just carry on.
But since we are dealing with something from the Greek realm, I updated some of their myths for you in the MICRO FICTION section. And the WHAT I AM section has more quintessential pandemic activities.
As you were (or now are.)
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