Happy Festivus
Everything suddenly feels ominous again. Two years into this pandemic, and yet another variant is roaring through the streets unchecked. More and more are getting sick. People are still dying. At the moment it's easier to get the vaccine than it is to get an actual Covid test. Broadway shows are closing again, this time because cast and crew members are infected. Sports are once again being interrupted. Colleges are moving to remote learning.....again. Offices that were newly bustling are now dark.....again. Omicron is as contagious as the measles. Even if you're vaxxed and boostered there's a good chance you're gonna get it....although your symptoms should be mild. Except when they're not, because the media will gleefully play up the exceptions to scare the shite out of you. In the last few hours I've read articles on major news platforms that seemed to flatly contradict each other. Being vaccinated, and having 50+ years experience with social distancing, I felt pretty comfortable out and about not wearing a mask. Now? Not so much. Eventually I may not leave the house without donning a hazmat suit. Or at all.