There’s no way to sugar-coat this. Despite recent easing of restrictions in some States, the last seven months have been extremely difficult on all of us, clearly more on some than on others.
Since the Covid-19 shutdown we have all been doing our best to deal with businesses closing, depleted shelves and social isolation on an unprecedented scale. My greatest fear is that this prolonged isolation has forever altered the DNA of the American spirit. At the very least, that spirit has been battered and bruised beyond recognition. And this is not just an idle observation from someone not personally affected by the reason for the shutdown. My husband and I are both Covid-19 survivors contracted in New York well before the shutdown, so I know of what I speak.
As the days run together seemingly without difference or distinction, I now understand how Downton Abbey’s Dowager Duchess felt when she asked the burning question “What’s a weekend?”