The NCAA Tournament. Church services. Dine-in restaurants. Tulip Time.
And two sessions of Private Pesticide Applicator Continuing Instruction Course in Tama and Traer, the latter of which was supposed to happen tomorrow.
It seems like such a silly, inconsequential thing, but that’s the point. The coronavirus is not leaving anything, anywhere, or anyone unscathed. It doesn’t matter how big or how small, routines and rhythms and parts of daily life we took for granted two weeks ago have been disrupted and we don’t know when or even if they will come back.
This is the third macro-case of “interesting times” my country has had to endure in my adult life. At the risk of sounding like a whiny millennial, I’ve had my fill, thanks.
Related: How do you finish a yearbook if not only there are no events, but school itself is cancelled?