There’s no pandemic in the universe next door
Some days I feel like I’m living in a parallel universe.
I’ve seen the data, data showing that my community, like so many communities, has yet again reached high levels of Covid transmission. I’ve heard the pleas from those at high risk, begging others to care about them enough to try to protect them, to try to help slow this thing down so that one day they’ll have a better way of protecting themselves than staying locked in while their friends-the people they thought were their friends-go out and party.