It has to be, right? I know we’re only in the middle of August right now, but I don’t think it would be possible for us to have our typical large gatherings for Thanksgiving. It would not be the responsible thing to do, not when there will be at-risk elders present (are you really not going to invite grandma and grandpa?). One of the biggest cause factors to the spread of COVID is large indoor gatherings where air-circulation is minimal; we would be naive to think that our homes wouldn’t be one of such type if we do invite our friends and family over for Thanksgiving dinner. For sure, plenty of people will have one anyways - because this is America.
I am definitely sad that I probably won’t get to eat my friend’s rather delicious turkey this year, though with the way 2020 have gone, it shouldn’t come as a surprise. We all thought the coronavirus would subside by the Summer months, but here we are approaching autumn and we are still in de-facto lockdown. In California I still cannot yet have a meal inside a restaurant, the traditional bonding act of breaking bread that I miss dearly. Some days I would wake up and wish that all of this would be over in an instant, however irrational it may be, and then reality sets in once more, and I move on with my day as I have done since March.
I did not intend to be somewhat depressive on a Monday, but this past weekend was one of the few times I got tangible frustrated at the current predicament. On top of the pandemic, the Bay Area is experiencing historically bad wildfires, and the air quality around here is so awful that it is advised we stay indoors unless absolutely necessary (good thing we’ve had a lot of practice). I was suppose to take the 911 out for a long drive on Sunday, but the terrible smog from the wildfires prevented me from doing so: last thing I want is to further exacerbate the problem with my petrol-burning toy of a sports car.
Instead then I was stuck indoors watching automotive-related videos on Youtube, which really didn’t help because all I could think about is wanting so much to go outside and drive. Seeing others being able to do so in those videos made me rage at my current situation, desperate for the moment when we can go back to our previous normal. There’s so much I want to do and be able to do again, and that future right now seems quite far away.
Perhaps I’m finally experiencing cabin fever.
The smell of new Macs is intoxicating.