My little pandemic baby in her cowboys boots. She is almost 11 months old and is not so little anymore. She was born on April 6th in the height of the first lockdown. She knows most of family members from FaceTime calls. I think at this point she thinks people live inside the iPad screen. Every time after a call she tries to flip the iPad and see where is that person hiding. Makes me sad.
March 3, 2021
Everyday I half heartedly listen to the news and read the lates test COVID-19 statistics and think about how my life and the world has changed since the virus. I also wonder when or if it will ever go back to the way it was or if that is even possible? The vaccine was a bright Hope whose light quickly faded out as we have had countless problems with shipment distribution and health care people available to administer it. I worry that they healthcare workers will burn out and no one will replace them. The new more contagious virus is like a speeding train to our breaking point as a nation. Once I get the vaccine I can go back to work to be worked to death because so many library staff have retired, quit or gone to different branches that we are majorly short staffed. I remind myself to be grateful that I have a job, but it’s difficult to remain hopeful and happy right now.
January 5, 2021