It will soon be the last day of July, and while I'm looking forward to a new month, it is also quite clear that we're in the same old nightmare: Covid-19 has not gone away and it looks like the second wave of the pandemic is on its way.
My instinct about covid is to think 'oh, i'll be fine', which I have to actively fight. For example, I was really hoping to fly to go to a wedding this weekend, but I had to talk myself into understanding that "no mangoman, you don't know that it will just be 'ok'". I finally cancelled, even though I had friends who are flying.
Oh wow! That was a tough - but very sensible - decision.