…I’ve accepted the new normal.

I was looking at news on Omicron and realized I wasn’t filled with terror so much as annoyance. And idealistic part of me thinks that should be depressing and feels like defeat.

But really it’s serenity. There’s relief in accepting the uncontrollable disasters and ills of the world. I have done literally all I can do to stop the spread. The dumb choices my conservative neighbors make are their own, and I’ve chosen to excise them from my life.

Which means there’s no guilt or shame remaining. Omicron will come to my doorstep, too, same as the variants before it. We’ll be as vigilant as we can, and the vaccines will give us some protection. This is how it works.

Life is normal again. I guess it’s time for cake.