A week ago, my jaw blessedly freed from its wires, I naively thought that my life was about to get back to normal after a six-week disruption. How impossible it was to foresee how very much more disrupted life was going to become! If you had told me last week that New Jersey would have an 8PM curfew in a matter of days, I would probably have called you a loony alarmist. But here we are.
The restrictions and regulations have escalated so rapidly, to such heights — life is now pretty strange; how much stranger will it get? At this rate, it will soon be almost unrecognizable — at least to spoiled suburbanites who think that they should be able to drive, shop, drink, socialize, work out and high-five at all times, and that there must always be raspberries in the supermarket (not to mention toilet paper). Did I feel that my accident undermined my confidence in what I could expect from existence? How QUAINT. Now we all know for sure what really undermines one’s peace of mind — a worldwide pandemic.
Lately I’ve taken to telling people to ‘stay safe and sane,’ but does that sound a little smug? Like I’m a paragon of rationality but suspect everyone else is probably hysterical?I may need to come up with a new sign-off. Until then, stay safe and sane!
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