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And it goes on and on and on
I seem to be noticing a trend among my friends currently, all talking about how tired they are of the plague.
These are people who have, for the most part, followed the rules. They masked up. They stayed home. They’ve stood apart from other people, and have kept themselves socially isolated, at least in terms of face-to-face gatherings.
It was supposed to end this summer. And I will admit that we took a brief (all too brief) respite this past summer. My husband and I continued to wear masks every time we went out into public. We saw some friends, but mainly at outdoor venues.
We relaxed a little, not a lot.
New mask mandates have been put in place. Again, not a problem, as we’d never taken ours off. Will there be another shutdown? I had thought earlier that it would be inevitable. Now, I’m not so sure.
And yet…the plague goes on.
The death toll continues to astonish me.
I seem to be primarily stuck on a statistic I read a few weeks ago.
1200 people were dying of COVID every single day that week.
99% of the cases were preventable.
All those needless deaths. And I’m sure that a lot of those people weren’t necessarily bad people. They…
