We are living through a new kind of March Madness, one
characterized not by college basketball mania, but by stir craziness and cabin
fever brought on by coronavirus prevention measures such as self-quarantines
and “social-distancing.” After a long winter, those of us in the north country
are already desperate to shed our S.A.D., to get out of the house, to travel,
to mingle, to party a bit. And now? No. Sadness, unease, fear of the unknown
and anger mix with the cabin fever to form a truly virulent and unstable
derangement in some, as evidenced by toilet paper shortages and calls to 911 to
report them.
It is
said that April showers bring May flowers. Let us all pray that is true this
spring. After such an extended—and enforced—period of cold, dark, and damp, we
are all anxious to return color to our lives. Let the flowers bloom. And we
will all step outside and turn our faces once more to the sun.
Just what the doctor ordered. Please fill my prescription for the cure to March Madness!
ReplyDeleteYes. May there be light...warmth...color...hope!
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