Coronavirus pandemic recollects an before blue Xmas in Milwaukee

Final March, when the coronavirus commenced its malignant march throughout the United States, we had been all forged into a wilderness of unknowns. The unthinkable — shut educational facilities, empty office environment properties, canceled athletics seasons, cherished kinds locked in nursing households — turned the new standard, and we struggled mightily to alter.     

There was only a single factor we had in our favor, it seemed: the approaching summer months. Surely heat weather would mark a return to relative normalcy and perhaps an conclusion to the virus alone. Can you picture, I recall inquiring my spouse, if this had started in tumble? We’d be sliding into the cold, darkish pit of winter season less than the clinical equivalent of home arrest. Even Xmas would be compromised: lesser spouse and children gatherings, no “Nutcracker,” no visits with Santa, no candlelit church services.