In the absence of a plan
According to the calendar, we still have three weeks to reset. Put life back to normal. My hunch is that it will not happen.
In a normal scenario, we would be considering our travel options for Christmas. Where to go, where to stay when we get there, how long. Normal stuff. This year, none of that is possible. Just the idea of sneaking across three major provincial borders leaves me exhausted. And after getting to our destination, with nothing to offer but our charming outlook on life (in general), we would be forced to rely on the dog as distraction. OK, more than one dog, but you get the idea.
Instead, I’m actually considering my “tree in a box”. Clear some space, take photos, arrange for a Facetime session… instant family moments. I’m unclear what to put under the tree. I mean, if I ordered NOW, some stuff might arrive on time, but the altruism would be imagined. And since my suggestion list is blank, I’d be required to conjure up “the wants and needs of others”. I feel that a reset would be simpler.
The vaccine dream might be a possibility. We now have (at a minimum) four different candidates. Apparently I cannot offer to test them all, because of the limited supply. A shout-out to the pharmaceutical industry; they’ve been working extra hard to fulfill a void. Here, we’ll likely score our fix, for free. Not so sure how that will play out in the unhinged empire. Money trumps everything else. At least for a few more weeks.
