Marking the date, on Christmas Night, after a curious day. It's been fraught with so many problems, one would have thought a gremlin was on the loose! Technology refuses to work -- Blu Ray players, plural, graphics tablet, phone, computer drivers, so many technical issues, I'm speechless. The net result is, though we just put a Blu Ray player under the Christmas tree, we'll have to buy another immediately; and the graphics tablet won't be online for weeks, till we order, and receive a cable.
And against all of this, of course, it's the C word. South Australia opened our borders and invited the virus in, four weeks ago. To go from "Covid-Zero" to a runaway infection rate in so short a time has been disconcerting to say the least, and downright scary, to put it more honestly. The future has become tremendously uncertain. It's an odd feeling, at Christmas of all times.
Dave is working right through this season again -- the fourth consecutive year. He's an essential worker, and I rather think that even if he'd booked holiday time, he'd have been called in to work ... things are so dire, essential workers (and their families) are making all kinds of sacrifice, of necessity.
There's not more more to say here. I hasn't really been "Christmassy" at all, but we do what we can and hope for the best. Perhaps 2022 will be better ... but I have the traditional "bad feeling about this." I think we'll need to be flexible, and just roll with it, see where the new year takes us.
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