Did any of us think we’d be here four months in? Our local renfaire just cancelled their season. Normally it runs early June through the first weekend of August. They’d decided to delay and open mid-August, but with no improvements (and the trend going the wrong way) they finally pulled the plug.
Yesterday the school district sent out an email stating they were moving the start of school back two weeks.
There’s no end in sight. Oy vey.
And then there’s everything else going on. It’s exhausting. I am exhausted. I am also not getting nearly as much done as I’d like to–and normally would–be doing. Logically, I understand this is Okay. I have seen the articles about how trauma works, and how this is traumatic and it is perfectly reasonable to be having a rough go of it.
But good Lord.
I did some research this morning about the Spanish Flu. You can’t escape the comparisons, and of course the Internet had a field day about having a pandemic 100 years after the last one (though the height of the Spanish Flu was 1918-1919, so it’s actually more than 100 years).
(I actually, back in March or April–I can’t remember since that was a million years ago–I read a novel that took place during the Spanish Flu. I think they only closed the schools in the book for, like, two months or something, though.)
It took over a year for everything to settle down from that, and even then, it’s because enough of a herd immunity was built up. (Apparently the Spanish Flu was a strand of H1N1, yay.) They don’t think we’re building up herd immunity (or immunity at all) right now, so mostly my research was depressing and now I might actually feel worse.
It’s already July! The year held such promise! And now it’s half over and the world is on fire and I have drank a ton of coffee.
Oh, man, I’m a Debbie Downer. Uh. I finished Star Trek: Picard last night? Star Trek: Lower Decks looks silly and I am 100% here for that. When do we get episodes? I’m ready for something fun.
I’m almost caught up on all my creepy mystery podcasts, which means I will need to find more? Or maybe catch up on the rest of them, even though those don’t ever end and I’m never ever going to catch up.
How are you keeping sane? How are you getting things done?
Anyway, sorry for the pity party. I will try to move on to the next trauma phase, whatever that is, and find something else to talk about. (Though that is hard when there is nothing to go and do.)