Julie’s birthday was yesterday and we discussed the possibility of going out for dinner. When I think about any PARTICULAR decision to go out, the risk seems high and the reward seems low.
The risk: Horrible death by covid. The reward: It’s just one dinner. It’s not like we’e never been to restaurants before.
But these little decisions add up. I haven’t been anywhere or had a significant face-to-face interaction with anybody other than Julie for seven months. And at the rate we’re going this may continue for another year and a half!
On the other hand, dying by drowning in my own lungs, or causing that to happen to someone else, is also unacceptable.
So I keep kicking the decision down the road another day. I don’t think we’re going out to dinner this weekend. Instead we’ll pick up take-out from our favorite local restaurant.
This whole thing could be over in 2-4 weeks if the US just instituted simple social distancing, masking, and contact tracing. Governments would pay all non-essential workers to stay home and pay businesses to keep the lights on so everybody could just get back to work when the emergency is done.
We could have a normal holiday season. But that’s not going to happen.
And so we as individuals, businesses and local governments have no good options, only choices between bad options.