Celebrating

Today, I'm celebrating Easter and General Conference and the miracle of a painless injection that defends me and the people I love from a virus that has killed 2.85 million people worldwide in the last year. 

This is my pasty white arm, if you can't tell.

Hope on the horizon, but a lot of work yet to be done. 

Keep wearing masks. Keep physically distancing. Avoid crowds. Protect those who need extra protection.

An opinion writer for The New York Times nailed my Covid lifestyle perfectly when she wrote this:

"Now we’re in the midst of a global crisis that seems almost perfectly engineered to make us meaner. We’re cooped up. We’re isolated. And as I wrote late last spring, we can’t find flow — not while working, caregiving, cooking, cleaning or even watching reruns of bad TV — because the demands of the kids, the house, the job (if we’re fortunate enough to still have one) collide with one another, subdividing our days into staccato pulses of two-minute activities before we switch to something else. It’s all disruption all the time."--Jennifer Senior, Mothers All Over Are Losing It, The New York Times, 24 Feb 2021.

All disruption all the time.

But not forever.

Thank you, God. Thank you, science. So much to celebrate.