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A Matter of Perspective

There are a lot of things I could write about this week. I could talk about my ongoing experience with COVID-19. I’ve had it for a couple of weeks now.

I could talk about the fact that I have not been able to write anything on my book for NaNoWriMo. (Although the fever-induced hallucinations have yielded some interesting fodder.)

I could tell you I haven’t had any coffee for two weeks. I’m unsettled about that one. I don’t know if that is a good or a bad thing or just a “thing.”

I’m trying some green tea today. It’s not the same. Not the same at all.

I could tell you I’ve been very depressed and scared.

I could tell you a lot of things.

But, honestly, the brain fog caused by COVID-19 added to my already limited ability to remember stuff makes it nearly impossible to focus on anything for very long. In fact...I already lost the train of thought that this paragraph was taking.

I was thinking about Santa Claus the other day.

What do we do about Santa Claus this year?

Despite the hundreds of children who scream and cry when forced to sit upon the lap of a stranger, there are many children (and adults, too) who look forward to a visit with Santa Claus. They anticipate their visit with Good Ol’ Saint Nick. They write lists of things they would like Santa to bring them.

They tell Santa what good boys and girls they have been.

A visit with Santa is a tradition that is probably as old as the Jolly Old Elf himself.

But it looks like it might be no Santa or drive-by Santa this year because of this pandemic.

It seems like this disease just keeps on taking.

I have no doubt this disease exists. I have no doubt that it is devastating to those who get more than a mild case.

I know people other than myself who have had this disease. It has taken the lives of some of them.

Some people don’t even know they have the disease. It seems to affect each person differently.

I’ll be writing more about this later, but in the meantime, I hope some of us will still get a chance to sit on the lap of Jolly Old Saint Nicholas and tell him our heart’s desire.


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