MY COVID-INDUCED REAPPEARANCE AFTER A TWO-YEAR HIBERNATION

  

Dear Covid and Rip Van Winkle (that guy who fell asleep in the Catskill Mountains for twenty years and woke up to a changed world),

 

I note that two years ago I wrote about picking up the thread of this blog to which you  and my mild case of Covid have inspired me to return. Let’s see if this time I can follow through.

 

BEFORE—

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AND NOW—

My blog rubs its eyes, takes a look around, and says, “NOW WHAT?”

 

Is this an Ode to Covid’s Magical Powers? Well, once I realize I’m not dead, and with my quick recovery, several previously avoided writing projects and recordings of my new book are starting to get done. I will never forget the feeling of plenitude I felt after my first more worrisome bout of Covid in 2022. I see that I kept a journal then but never showed it to anyone. I will do that in a separate post. 

 

But for now, back to the present.  Imagine waking up from a long snooze to find that you are soon to be 79. Where to begin to fill in the gaps? Rip Van Winkle would know what I mean. And maybe Covid, too. This letter (and second “return”post after two absent years is for both of them.

As I think back to the many milestones I’d like to include, I think I should start by introducing the new member of the family.