I'm Dreaming of a White COVID - The Sequel

 Swell.

We have another major snowstorm bearing down on the American Northeast, where I live, at the same time we're being warned that the COVID crisis could last right into 2022 and get even worse before it gets worse still.  As for the snow . . . up to two feet, gusty winds, blackout threat  - all of the stuff we had to go through in the storm we had back in December 2020.  Except that, unlike that storm, this one could live up to the hype.

I'll back - I don't know when, obviously - to talk more about the COVID crisis, but after hearing everything Michael Osterholm and Laurie Garrett have said about what to expect, between COVID and the heavy snow, I prefer the heavy snow.  At least I know the snow is going to melt away.

And I'm convinced that if Osterholm and Garrett were husband and wife, they'd probably celebrate their wedding anniversary with cups of hemlock.

I'm Dreaming of a White COVID

Allow me to get personal here.

Recent events in the outside world and my personal life have caused me to sink into a deep depression.  I have had to battle with anent-mindedness and inattentiveness all my life, and the COVID-19 pandemic, which has robbed, like everyone else of a normal life and has caused me - again, like everyone else - to spend most of my time at home have taken a toll on my psychological well-being.  And now, having already endured the worst year of my life, it's going to get even worse with tomorrow's weather - a snowstorm that threatens to become a full-blown blizzard.   

I don't have to clear the snow - we have someone who does that for us - but the idea of having a winter storm forecasters have been calling "major," "powerful" and "significant" - again, adjectives you never want to see in any weather forecast - this early in the season at a time when we're in the worst of the worst pandemic in a century depresses me even more.  (I may even have to worry about the possibility of an electrical outage!)  Somehow, despite the COVID vaccines, the sentence "We will get through this" has come to sound empty and meaningless.  And to think this year started with a benign winter and nothing but better times that I - and I'm sure, you as well - was looking forward to.

The good news is that 2020 will end. The bad news is that 2021 isn't really going to be all that much better.  I'll have more to say about this outgoing year when it's all but over. 😞 😧