A Quarter Decade of COVID

 It was two and a half years ago today that the World Health Organization declared COVID to be a pandemic.  Even though the pandemic continues, case numbers have decreased enough to make people think it's over, or at least that the worst is over.  Don't you believe it.

In the United States, people are still dying at a rate of about 350 to 400 a day, many parts of the country are in "high" contagion zones, and anyone who doesn't wear a face covering in an indoor public space - i.e., most of us - is asking for trouble.

That includes the World Trade Center in New York, the original version of which was also destroyed 21 years ago today.

I still haven't resumed going to indoor public spaces for non-essential purposes, except my local stamp club meeting.  I still won't go to museums, I still won't go to movie theaters (hence, I refuse to go to the Montclair FIlm Festival in New Jersey, an event I once looked forward to) and I still won't go to auto shows, which suck nowadays anyway. 

Socializing?  Going out for fun?  With very few exceptions, all of that is O-U-T spells "out."  I remain indifferent and uninterested in pre-COVID public indoor activities as ever, and I still have no interest in looking forward to anything, as I originally declared back in March 2022.  COVID is far from over, but I am done with pretty much everything. Sure, I'll get an Omicron booster, now that they're out,  but I know it won't be a game changer like so many other vaccines, boosters, and treatments were supposed to be.  As always, the only way to stay alive is to . . . stop living.

Wake me when the pandemic is over.  See you 'round the clubs! 😠