Everywhere I hear rumbles of pandemic fatigue. People are saying: we’ve been cloistered for three months—it’s long enough.

I understand—I feel this too. I want to have my “normal” life back.
In Minnesota, and elsewhere, restaurants and stores are starting to re-open—cautiously at first. Outdoor tables have small numbers of customers, seated at a distance from one another. At our senior housing facility, some of the restrictions are being lifted or loosened. 

But it’s not over. When will there be a vaccine–six months? one year? two years? Who will get it? How effective will it be? 

Because I’m older, I’m wary. I wear a mask and try to dance away from people when I take my daily walks. I’m not ready to go into stores or to a restaurant, even with outdoor seating. 

At least, not yet.