Today marks the beginning of the second year of pandemic avoidance.
One year ago today I began teaching at home. One year ago today I gave and received my last unmasked hugs, from my circus nephews, as their mother stood at the car yelling “get away from him.” (She was worried they give me something, not the other way around.)
We thought this would be for a few weeks.
We underestimated the virus, and also the propensity of human beings to be selfish and foolish.
Here’s a bit of Big River by Roger Miller, to mark this day of sorrow and hope:
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