Back on March 1, when I started this year’s “Slice of Life,” I could have never predicted what this month would bring. Sure, I knew that the coronavirus was out there, and that it posed a threat to many. I had been told by a co-worker to make sure I had a supply of essentials–toilet paper, basic foods, medicines. I followed those directions, with a bit of fear and a bit of humor. It wasn’t like I was wasting anything–we’d use those things no matter what. But, a world where we were forced to stay at home? It didn’t seem possible. And, yet, that’s where we ended up–in this impossible to imagine new world.
Just yesterday, we marked 14 days since my older daughter came home from college in New York City. So, essentially, our strict quarantine is over, and now we move to a shelter in place, which is actually going to look exactly the same. Except for maybe a little less fear. Because, truth be told, I’m still living with fear. (Lat night, for instance, I had food poisoning. I knew it was food poisoning because I knew I shouldn’t be eating old salsa I found in the fridge, but I was still worried. What if it wasn’t food poisoning?)
Anyway, this is my final slice for 2020. Here’s to days when we don’t live in fear. May next year’s slice of life reflect a simpler, less fearful, era.