I remember on October 31 looking around and wondering whether this was the first Halloween after the world began to end or if it was the last Halloween before the end of the world.
Here it is almost Christmas and I’m still undecided.
Neither the Bible nor popular culture have prepared us for our current situation. Apocalypses were supposed to bring zombies, locusts, and acid rain. Even the old metaphor for global warming where a frog relaxes in water that slowly gets hotter and hotter ends with a cooked frog.
Instead for most of us, our COVID year has been one of banal inconveniences. Too much screen time and not enough human contact are all what is referred to in the biz as first world problems. We are among the privileged if we are able to stay at home and discover among the thousands of offerings on Netflix there is nothing worth watching.
But now we are told our sacrifice will soon come to an end. A vaccine is on its way in record time. Should we be more in awe of the researchers who worked around the clock to save humanity or the titans of industry who will make record profits? Speaking of handsome profits is it too early to sign up for the COVID vaccine class action lawsuit? If the drugs created by Pfizer that were approved by the FDA at a non-accelerated pace have enough side effects to fill a television commercial, I’m intrigued to see what this vaccine will do to our delicate humanity.
But this cynicism isn’t doing anyone any good. It’s the holiday season, so maybe we should hope for the best. Let’s think positively. This will all be over any time now. We will soon be able to gather around the campfire and sing our favorite songs together
But how long will it be before you’ll feel safe doing that without a mask on and from closer than six feet away?
