It’s funny how a blog like this can serve as sort of a substitute for a journal. Not “ha ha” funny, mind you. But “strange” funny for sure.

All the way back in December 2021, I wrote a post called The Scary Weekend I Thought I Had COVIDI’d met up with a friend and the following day, sneezed around 20-30 times—not a normal event for me, I must hasten to add.

Nine months later, I’d nearly forgotten all about it. I have to credit human nature with that: it’s much easier to recall pleasurable memories than distressing ones. Hence mankind’s inevitable love for “the good old days.”

 

Uninformed At Present

Sadly, that post noted the figure of some 787,000 Americans who had died of COVID by then. Today, the death toll stands at 1.05 million here, 6.5 million worldwide. 

I presume those figures represent all variants, from alpha to omega. Quite frankly, I’ve long since tapped out of the news. My mental health is much more important to me than staying “informed” about all the latest disasters.

So today’s post is entitled From Pandemic to Endemic to…? The reason is that I truly don’t know what the hell is going on. There. I said it.

Meanwhile, I’m still living like a hermit, other than seeing my lovely wife daily and going out to visit my mother.

Anyone want to update me? Feel free to do so in the comments. And as always, thanks for reading!

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