Hey, is everyone happy? No more naughty travelers who come back tanned in t-shirts, flip flops on their feet, doing their quarantine to match.
From the depths of her snowy Sweden, Greta is jubilant to see us reduce our environmental footprint.
And no, going for a week or 15 days in an all-inclusive, that doesn’t make sense.
We want so much to regain our life from before that we offer ourselves beaches of denial as to the current situation. By leaving, not only do we risk infecting local populations, but we know very well that the virus does not dissolve in seawater. And who knows which of the variants of COVID we will bring back to the country? Mutations in this virus give us nightmares.
There are quite a few snowbirds who left before the holidays. Seniors who are in Florida will all be vaccinated soon, but they have just learned that they will not escape hotel quarantine upon return. It rushes in the stretchers.
We risk being vaccinated the week of the four Thursdays
As for us, I don’t see the day when the nurse is going to stick the needle in our arm. Pharmaceuticals are holding us tight. Sometimes they produce and deliver, sometimes they stop producing and delivering. In the meantime, we are being lulled with promises. The fact remains that Quebec already has no more vaccines.
Hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel
We are January 31, I have the impression that this crisis has been going on for centuries.
It’s cold. Everything is closed. We are confined and tanned. At 8 pm, we roll the sidewalks. It feels like a movie of anticipation. Like a prisoner, I put crosses on the calendar. We have February and March to go before we can dream of spring. Misery, I dream of fleeing.
Damn fun, let go!