Waiting for Godot, aka what's not coming

Yup, I took a couple of days off.  Sunday was a holiday (did it feel like one to you? because here it felt like most other days, other than we had ham [which we never have except for...] for dinner), then yesterday was so Monday -- I had nothing to say.

We are all waiting.  For something.

I keep checking my bank app to see if the deposit has come from the Feds for my pandemic relief.  No, I don't really need the money; I'm fortunate to have a job, and my wife has one, which has kept us both employed for the duration (fingers crossed), but I just want to see it.  I know others have gotten theirs already.

But that's where we all are: waiting.  Hoping.  The stimulus check is just a symbol of that: waiting and hope.

It's Tuesday.  I should have led with that for those of you who forgot, haven't looked, and need me to tell you.  This has been a sensation the last week, the weather guy on the Cleveland morning show, with the same thrill we all feel about the days these days:

Other than tomorrow (and tomorrow and tomorrow, as Macbeth puts it), what are we waiting for?

The end of quarantine, right?  And we keep hearing varied possibilities on that.  The governors of a bunch of states, including mine, came out yesterday with a task force that would help decide when we should "reopen" -- but there was no hint when that might be.

The ubiquitous Dr. Fauci said on a Sunday news show it could be mid-May (groan!) but hedged that with "in some places."

It ain't gonna be soon people.

So, let's remind each other what day it is, toss a bit of confetti in daily celebration, and wash our hands.  And imagine it could be worse.  It could be...