Two Years Later
It’s now been two years since the epidemic of the Coronavirus reached the United States. Exhaustion is palpable; I can hear it in souls and hearts. I often hear people say, “It’s been three years now….”, in a defeated tone of voice. In terms of the world, it is true. It has been three years since the start of the virus. But for the United States, it has only been two years. While making this distinction may be semantics, I feel it is an important point to make. Time blends together in a pandemic. It’s hard to remember what happened when. I saw a joke on the internet recently about the year 2019 being four years ago. I had to stop and think about that one. I knew it couldn’t be right. Yet, it felt right to me. Thinking back to this time last year, the U.S. was in the early days of distributing vaccines for people at highest risk: those with compromised immune systems, and at 65 years of age or older. Vaccinations have drastically lowered the number of deaths and hospitalizations due t