Lately, everyone I know is down in the dumps. (And not just because upset stomachs are a symptom of the latest coronavirus variant.) The holidays are behind us. Punxsutawney Phil is saying weeks of winter are still ahead. And then there’s the pandemic.
For two years, we slogged along dutifully. Those of us who could stayed home, socially distanced, and tried to stop the spread. We got masks; we got vaxxed; we got boosted. We upended our lives for the good of our country—and for the promise of a better, safer, healthier future when this was all over.
