As I walked briskly in keeping with the exercise requirements of my diet regime, listening to the intoxicating and incessant drumming in Get Ready by Rare Earth, I had an epiphany: I could be dead in a few weeks because of the pandemic.
I didn’t panic, but looked up at the sky and everything appeared so very special – the stars, the golden pancake moon darting between clouds, and even the clouds themselves for their amorphous fluffiness.
I stopped and stared at the sky in wonderment and realised that I don’t want to die.
Really important to make the most of life, whether there is a pandemic or not, Gopi. Yes, everyone needs to take precautions but accidents on the road kill far more just in the UK alone. I must admit I would like to see the panic buying stop. It helps nobody.
It is amazing how a small single thread of RNA can alter the behaviour of the whole world and slaughter 1 in every hundred of us. The collective arsenals of all the nations are powerless against it, the combined wisdom of all our leaders is shown to be as nothing. Our only weapons are a bar of soap and isolation.
It is not comfortable being in the 15% mortality group. How long will the threat last?