It’s been over a year of us living in these pandemic conditions. A year of social distancing and masks. A year of hand sanitizer and family gatherings via Zoom.
This year has been hard. It started out with constant worry over if I was going to get COVID and die. Then it was the extreme sense of isolation.
Now people are being vaccinated. The rates of infection are down.
But I worry that the vaccinations won’t do well against the new variants. I worry that the Qanon set won’t vaccinate in numbers high enough to get us to herd immunity.
I worry that we’ll have to social distance and wear masks for the rest of our lives.
Mostly, I’m living under this black cloud. I feel like I’m forever on the verge of tears. I thrive on hits and cuddles and touch. I thrive in in person visits. Sitting piled on the couch.
All thing things that make me feel Human and sane have been absent for over a year.
Today, the weather is nasty. I have a pesky case of Tennis Elbow. So everything seems extra gloomy right now.
I know there is hope on the horizon. People are being vaccinated by the thousands.
But today, the hope is dimmed.
