Oh, how I wish I had kept a journal of the Covid19 Pandemic of 2020 and more.
Sometimes I scold myself:
I shoulda kept a journal of the Covid-19 year.
I woulda done it had I kept my momentum going.
I coulda done so with all the time I had on my hands
I found that as time went on, the more I stayed in, the less I accomplished, and the more lazy I got. Many people I've been in touch with feel the same way.
Several people have observed that that can be a bit of depression. I felt guilty for being so do-less because the lock down didn't affect me all that much - I had food, water, and shelter and was able to grocery shop.
To our surprise our minister turned out to be a photobomber.
(A photobomber is a person who moves into the frame of a photo as it is being taken as a prank.)
I'm still a bit leery about going out because I'm quite frightened that I'll catch this horrible disease. I know over 50+ people personally who suffered with it and at least 7 of those died. Besides that, some of my friends who had the virus are dealing with long term lingering side effects.
I feel especially bad for our children. They've basically missed a whole year of school. Think about the importance of your friends when you're in school Think about the proms and graduation ceremonies that were missed. Think about the young athletes who were hoping a scout would pick them out. That didn't happen without games being played.
Finally, there seems to be some progress. Vaccines are being administered - I've had both of mine.This is one time it pays to be old! As of now, 26% of the U.S. population has received at least one dose of the vaccine.
Let's hope things continue to improve and we can go back to our "normal" lives.
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