Toward the end of February last year, the Spouse Thingy and I sat in the local Cenario's Pizza, discussing the news as we waited for our medium half-pepperoni, half-bacon pizza. The topic was, of course, COVID-19 and what to expect, and his take was simply, "This is going to be bad. Really bad."
We bought one the next day; it was stocked by March 5th. We had enough for a month; if things went to hell, we at least had everything we needed for a month. It felt like we'd gotten ahead of the curve. He still had to go to work, but I was fine with staying home for a few weeks. That was not a big deal.
We honestly thought a month was about what it would take. If everyone did what they were asked, the curve could be flattened, and it would be just weeks.
Here we are a year later.
Who'd've thunk it?
But hey, at least we had a lot of toilet paper to get us through the first 6 months or so. And now we have a spiffy garage freezer. And some stuff stuck in the back that will likely never get eaten.
Right now all I want is to get the vaccine. I am jealous of those who have had both doses. Happy as hell for you, but jealous.
Eyes forward, folks. The light is there, it's just moving toward us a little more slowly than we'd hoped.