Coronavirus Days--Week 41
As I count into the next year, hoping that 2021 doesn't hold the same darkness as 2020, I look back, like many, wondering about the concept of time, about the constant sense of disorienting familiarity, about how there is no real predicting when it comes to these pandemic times. Earlier, Nan and I had many laughs watching Netflix's latest mockumentary Death to 2020, even if the memories are difficult, counting all the horrors that this year held and holds.
For some, 2020 will hold sweetness, such as a colleague who had his first born, a friend who got engaged, but for myself and most of the people I know, this year goes down as one that has forever altered our landscape. When I see footage of groups of people without a mask, it doesn't look ordinary. A scene at a crowded restaurant in a film appears as past tense. My calendar holds no dates, no travel plans, nothing except a teaching schedule for the upcoming semester.