One week ago today, my sister died.
My nephew called me about this time last week to tell me she had passed that morning.
Apparently she had avoided seeing a doctor for long enough, in spite of repeated complaints of feeling unwell and in pain, that when she finally did get nagged into seeing a physician, she was diagnosed with late stage lung cancer. She was dead within six weeks.
All of this came as a real shock to me because I didn’t know she was sick. Or at least, I didn’t know she was that sick.
Wow, I just can’t get away from this shitty new WordPress posting block. I really hate it but, evidently, if I want to continue using WordPress, I’m stuck with it. Crap.
Not sure how I feel about starting 2021 this way.
But never mind my complaining (already!). Happy New Year, folks!
I am not going to waste any time at all in here talking about 2020 in review. The year was awful, for reasons with which we are all familiar. Of course, I am not expecting everything to miraculously right itself now that January is here. I do try not to be unreasonable. But clearly, things are changing. There will be a new U.S. president, so I can probably postpone emigrating for a little while. There is now a vaccine for COVID-19, and I plan to get vaccinated just as soon as I am able. I expect, before the year is over, that things will be … different.
I guess WordPress is going to make me use their back end, whether I want to or not. Boo, hiss.
I really, really hate this editor. It’s enough to make me consider hosting my blog somewhere else …
So, let’s see. A lot has happened since I was last in here. We’ve climbed from 5.5 million cases to over 13 million, and from 70,000 to closing on 265,000 deaths.
Believe it or not, though, this semester has been a good time for me.
It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I didn’t want you to think I’d kicked the bucket. I have not even been sick; I gave blood last week and learned that I have no COVID-19 antibodies.
I have been sitting in my house more or less since you last heard from me. I’ve moved since then, so I’m sitting in a different as at this point, but still. Classes started last week and, in ten days, there have been six clusters found on campus, so we’re back to remote instruction. This is pretty much what I was expecting but I didn’t think it would happen quite so fast.
I have not been on campus. Well, except for going to get my stuff out of my old office because I won’t have an office this year. I’m not teaching this fall because I’m going to be off doing fieldwork.
Yes, that’s right. Having more or less quarantined myself since March, I am now going to do some traveling.
We’re living in interesting times, wot?
I have actually been socially distancing for about three weeks now, largely because I almost never go anywhere anyway. Now that my county has officially gone into lockdown — or they will as of tomorrow at 6pm — I get permission to stay home and get things done!
At least, that’s the theory.
For posterity, I suppose I should just mention that I am writing from the first wave of the novel coronavirus pandemic. Last I checked, the U.S. was up to more than 78,000 cases and a bit over 1,100 deaths. Since I am over 60 years old and have a chronic illness, I am considered to be an individual at greater risk for not surviving if I contract the illness. That’s nerve wracking.