We were wrapping up yet another committee session on Zoom and trying to look ahead to our next one when one member made an unsettling comment.
Said he, “I don’t expect to be out of this (self-isolation) for another two years, not until they have the vaccine in place.”
He’s a retired medical professional, and the other (now unretired) one in our group didn’t correct him.
It’s a gloomy prognostication, not just personally, I’ll admit as senior with a pre-existing condition, but as one considering its dire social consequences as well.
I was going to say the quip hit like a ton of bricks, but considering that the emotional impact had more of a slow motion effect, I’ll say like a ton of hay (hey, a ton is a ton, right?).
So much for dashing our hopes.
I think I’ll go listen to “Casey at the Bat” again, the poem with the phrase “but there is no joy in Mudville.” As if we’ll ever again have baseball, either.
Your turn to whine! I’m all ears.