CHANGING TIMES

There was a time when C.O.D. commonly meant paying for your mushroom pizza at your door when the driver bought it Cash On Delivery. Now adays C.O.D. stands for an entirely different set of circumstances Covid Omicron Danger and we are currently caught in its fearsome grip without any signs that it will loosen its hold on our lungs and throat any time soon. Attention, folks, we are in a pandemic and we are being forced to adjust our lives to the new disease in town. Order your masks in colorful patterns from Amazon because they aren’t going away any time in the foreseeable future. Carefully evaluate whether it is worth the risk to go to the grocery store, attend a family holiday celebration, go in person to a wedding or a funeral or sit in a theater for a live production of The Nutcracker. Bears hibernate in winter and maybe we need to adapt their furry climate culture. It is no longer safe to hug or, God forbid, kiss our loved ones. We are being forced to evaluate our every move. It’s back to Netflix and ice cream cones and isolation in the hopefully safe environment of our homes. Even opening the door for the Fed Ex delivery man can be a risk not worth taking. Getting back to normal is a dream that seems to recede every day. Right now I would embrace getting Next to Normal once winter is over and spring arrives. Annie promises that the sun will come out tomorrow but will tomorrow ever come? Let’s hope and pray it does. Amen.