After keeping the blinds closed

Time to go up and out.

This foolsletter comes to you from a remarkably foolish place. I’m located in Nova Scotia, Canada a place my 90 year old Nanny calls ‘the best part of the best part of the world’. I liken a bit to ‘the shire’ in middle earth terms. People here like order. We’re less a fan of adventure.

We were one of the last places to even have a case of COVID. On the entire planet.

Nova Scotia’s zero COVID policy vanished with Omicron.

Though we are a highly vaccinated group, and the restrictions during this time frame were not severe. Things stayed open. Kids activities continued.

And yet.

And yet, I’m noticing a resigned weariness.

We’re a little place, a bit edgy - not in our culture, but in our location.

It’s normal for things to get here last.

If it’s a trend in Harajuku right now, that trend will be popular here in ten years.

We’re the last in, among the last out.

Widespread COVID arrived here with the latest variant. Our zero COVID policies were overwhelmed.

For the past two months I’ve been hunker…