As NY is under another wave of the Covid-19 pandemic, I’m nostalgic for the good ol’ days. You know, those days:
When you sneezed in public and folks around sweetly whispered “bless you”, not shoot you a disparaging gaze that shouts: “how dare you!”
When you stood in close proximity without terrifyingly pondering: “is he vaccinated? Is she?” Get me outta here!!
When you greeted with bare hugs or handshakes, not from waving at each other 6-feet apart.
When you wore a mask 🎭 to be draped in decadence and mystery, not to hide from a submicroscopic infectious agent that offsets immune systems, and spike temperature, and fog brains, and labor breath, and take life.
When you walked into restaurants and greeters asked: “Do you have a reservation”, not “May I see your vaccination card”.
When “do you wanna go to the movies” meant see you at the theater, not see you in the next room screening Netflix (though I don’t really mind this).
When going to work meant going to the office in a building paid for by employers, not the makeshift office in your kitchen paid for by you!
When blowing out birthday cake candles didn’t send your mind into a subconscious tailspin flashing-neon-yellow warning: ⚠️ MICROSCOPIC AEROSOL PARTICLES BEING EXHALED ⚠️
Who would have thought that in being nostalgic for the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days would be 2019?!
2019 is the old normal!
Thank you for journeying along.