Almost a year has passed since I last penned my thoughts. It’s high time I restarted my self-therapy…
Without a doubt 2020 was annus horribilis. Albeit common knowledge that *misery unlocks the flow of creativity, in my case the habitual reaction to everything that year threw at us was to pour a large glass of wine and shake my head in wonder/horror.
“Hail, divinest melancholy/whose saintly visage is too bright/to hit the sense of human sight.” Milton (Il Penseroso)
Fortunately I had made the decision to visit Israel whilst COVID was till running riot in Wuhan, China. I still remember how, way back then, very few people considered the possibility of the issue turning into a pandemic. Even when the government announced the lockdown on March 12th, the prevailing opinion was that life would be back to normal a week or two before Easter. Don’t you remember how amusing it was when governments and medical workers had to educate us on how to wash hands?
Quelle surprise!
Since that trip to Jerusalem & Tel Aviv in February, I haven’t been anywhere close to an airport. This is why I’m so anxious to get vaccinated, and highly hopeful it does help keep infections (and deaths) under control because wtf.
As soon as it’s possible, I’m going to buy the first ticket to (insert affordable destination) and simply spend days and nights wandering around like a freed convict after a long prison sentence.
Happy New Year!
Rainbows & Potholes 