Notes on the Grippe

Being an accounting of the recent and continuing pandemic and its various circumstances, from the perspective of an inhabitant of the regions lately called the Lost Quarter. Dates unknown.

Day Four Hundred

Every entry in this diary for the last few months has felt the same. It feels as though I am treading along the same well worn path, wearing away the grass until it won’t come back. The dread lord’s power is increasing and we await inoculations, while our government’s failures become more and more apparent. What else is there to say, four hundred days into life in the Quarter with the grippe reborn?

I have become tired and irritable with everything, especially my own thoughts. There is an itch of impatience with every minor task or disruption as I long for this struggle to be over. Four hundred days and it seems as though we’ve returned to the beginning in so many senses. The grippe reborn is here, beyond our control and nothing we have done seems to change that. It is tempting to surrender to it’s inevitability, to return to some semblance of normalcy and if we join the dread lord’s ranks so be it.

But that is an easily dismissed temptation when logic tells us our salvation is nearly here. No one wants to be the fallen soldier on the last day of the war. On that front there is some good news. I have my first inoculation scheduled for next week. I still fret about it though, worried that the supply will be used up by the time I get there and this piece of hope will vanish along with so much else in these past four hundred days. Until it is in my arm I can’t quite allow myself to believe it will happen.

Even then it is only half the battle, or only a quarter. I will still have a second inoculation to come and, more importantly, my love will still be waiting for both of hers. There will be some measure of relief that in a few weeks time I will be less likely to infect her, which has been my greatest fear about the grippe reborn since this all began, that both of us would end up falling into his clutches. By that time hopefully she will have her dose as well and we can start down a new road, trying to put all this behind us.

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