Here I am, stuck in quarantine like you

Really? After 9 months, we are setting new records. I wonder if I will ever paint plein aire beyond my yard again. I wonder if I will visit the Musee d'Orsay again. Hell, I wonder if I will be able to visit the National Gallery of Art again. Really?

I feel for the younger folks. Can you even imagine having your first love and then poof, gone. No more contact. No more smiles. Just poof. It isn't a very happy picture. No prom. No sports. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Those over 20 complain. Those under 20 have no say. Social interaction is no more.

Sure, we will get through this. Probably later than sooner, but we will (at least those of us that don't die). And you have to wonder, what kind of world will there be? I imagine we will all have to learn social behavior again. We have spent 3/4 of a year in sweats and bathing a few times a week, maybe. No societal constraints exist inside our personal space. There's a lot of pent up everything. It will be a brave new world. And when I pondered the streets during strict stay at home orders, I painted "Covid-19". Cold and bleak and void of any living thing.

That's how I see it.