Halloween made me wistful this year. I had to avoid the germy kiddies with the porch lights off, plus no front room lights, so essentially I hid in the dark in the back bedroom.
I look at graphs and see how close we are to getting out of all this nonsense.
Here's the graph for the whole US - you can see Delta show up at the end of May
Of course, that's just the reported cases. All those empty grey patches are filled with people sniffing in and coughing out the virus with no ill effects, either because they're vaccinated or because they're in denial.
I thanked the host of our work Zoom party for giving me a chance to acknowledge Halloween -- even though I hate Halloween (strangers plus children plus greed, as you know), so I don't know why I feel so wistful. I worry that I am neglecting almost all of my friendships, and when retirement hits I'll have very few avenues for making new relationships, so if I continue on this path things will be bleak. Then again, I am given to understand that if we can avoid any other variants we might be out of it in the spring. Good lord, wouldn't that be wonderful?
I think the faux Halloween "fear" just didn't sit right when I pile it on top of real fear.