While I haven't written about the pandemic recently, it isn't because it has gotten better. We are all now vaccinated but still have to distance, wear masks, and worry about the implications of our decisions. You may notice that Christmas photos include maskless gatherings -- this did not happen without everyone being fully vaccinated, lots of deliberating, and, oftentimes, masks coming on and off throughout the gatherings.
Nothing is especially taxing; it is merely the compounded inconvenience of most things (e.g., planning grocery shopping when others aren't around; entertaining the kids without organized sports/activities or even just indoor venues; planning and re-planning work events around COVID rates; etc.). We are worn out from thinking, worrying, working, parenting, and life in general. I'm grateful for Joshua and the kids taking this so seriously. But I'm also concerned about the long-term effects of this vigilance, trepidation, and distance from our community. Each new variant adds a new round of underlying fear and a certain sense of moderate dread. Maybe it is because we haven't had COVID that we are more scared of it.
As we approach the two-year mark, I thought it was important to remember that this was challenging in the slow marathon sort of way. Nothing terrible but also not regular life either.
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