Covid Crazies, Caves, & Kettlebells

2020 made us all far better at saying Goodbye than Hello. We're wary of strangers, scared of crowds, and terrified of surfaces that may lay us low with a touch. Any list of our farewells would break our hearts to read.  These goodbyes began as fare-thee-wells intended for three or four months...then for six...and then a year. But now, in Year Two of Covid's rule, we've begun to accept another year or two of servitude.  And, though we don't like to admit it,  some of our goodbyes are starting to look like forever while the chance of any hale Hello seems less likely by the day.                                             Four of my maybe Forever farewells: 1) If I never fly again, that will be fine with me. Years ago, I swore off planes as completely as I could. Now the thought of being crammed in a flying metal tube with attendants who wear diapers turns my st...

  The COVID Crazies are raising their voices within: --Half a year in quarantine! --Small pleasures we once took for granted are gone: gym workouts, movies, haircuts. --We're sick of wearing masks--and mad as hell at those who don't. --We're tired of being terrified of everything we touch. --Everywhere we look we see more businesses gone under. --Our passports are totally useless and we wouldn't' dare fly anyway. --We can't see our doctors in person--telehealth calls only unless we're at death's door. The list goes on and on and on with no end in sight. Will the madness end in 2021, go on till 2022--or, God forbid, go on forever in one form or another? Will living hell be the new Normal? Scary questions. But one thing's scarier still: the thought of putting life on hold till we're able to take off our masks and breathe freely as we did before. Who can afford to take a year or two or three or more to live as richly as they're able? That can be...