I have been loathe to discuss anything overly COVID-related. Surely we all get enough of that on a daily basis, and have been for well over a year at this point. The sheer absurdity of how everything continues to play out has become somewhat cartoonish.
This was somewhat reinforced when the first day of school literally ended with an entire homeroom class being shut down for exposure. Certainly a portent of what was to come.
The local school system communicates mostly via robo-call. It was just the occasional call here and there before the pandemic began, but has at several points become a daily occurence. To no real surprise, right now is also one of those times. Sure, if they determine you’ve been impacted directly, you receive a personal phone call as well, but right around 6PM every day “the calls” begin. Today, there were five instead of the usual two.
In fact, today was the 9th day of school this year and I’ve received 14 exposure-related robo-calls. Averages out to about 7 out of 9 days.
It’s hard to tell how much of it is COVID-related, exactly, but there is suddenly a lot of labor pressure this week. Entire assembly lines shut down for a week, school bus routes operating on a 75min delay due to driver shortages, that sort of thing. The bus delay was one of my five for today.
The last two were the unsurprising announcement of schedule changes. Switching back to the “hybrid” model they used at one point last year so there were less people on-site on any given day, though I wouldn’t be surprised if that moves back into all online for a little bit as well.
Turns out opening the schools back up with a new extra-contagious strain on the loose was a bad idea. If only we could have foreseen this.
Perhaps the most concerning aspect to me is the overall wear and tear on my sympathy. I try to approach most things with a healthy dose of charitable assumption. I increasingly find that pool of empathy and compassion somewhat drained. This lack of sympathy is not an entirely unfamiliar side of myself, but it’s one I’ve been increasingly trying to get away from.
I lived in that state for several years. I changed positions to escape from the places and systems that were allowing it to manifest, which helped quite a bit. I am much happier and in arguably better shape now than I have been in a very long time. Perhaps that has simply left me overly sensitive to it out of fear of returning to how things used to be.
It seems I’ve gotten just a bit dark and broody here. At this point I’d normally can it and start over, but we’ll do something different and keep this one. Perhaps now that I’ve written it my brain will allow itself to return to its field of paper flowers.
Y’all take care and stay safe. Masks, distance, vaccine, we should all know the drill by now. This isn’t the kind of lottery we want to be playing.
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