In California, we're back in masks as of December 15. This is nothing more than our dictatorial governor grasping onto his Covid-bestowed power as it inevitably fades away. Nobody I know worries about Covid these days. It's old news.
People are mostly compliant with the ridiculous reimposed rule, but there is an entirely different feel to the general attitude of the population. It's like everyone is offering a psychological eye-roll; okay, we'll wear the useless thing for another month or so, but it's an exercise in futility. There's no rigid enforcement of the mandate anywhere that I can see. In the office, the grocery store, and the mall, all is calm, all is bright.
After nearly two years of pandemic, most people have accepted the fact that Covid is here to stay, much like the common cold and the annual flu. We've got a handle on this now. We know to wash our hands, stay home if we or those we are planning to see are not feeling well, social distance if it makes people comfortable. In short, use our God-given common sense. Beyond that, well, let's deal with it. Covid is a new and permanent fact of life.
Hiding in the house until I die of something else besides Covid is not in my game plan. I heard today that in the Netherlands, people are being warned not to hug their grandchildren on Christmas for fear of spreading Covid. Are the Dutch snuggle police going to come for them if they venture a hug? No wonder Western civilization is collapsing.
Covid may be an inescapable reality, but hugging grandchildren is a more important one. I'll gladly risk the former to enjoy the latter. That's a fact.
