It’s one of the most ubiquitous laments of the pandemic, how time passes in a shapeless blur. “Sunrise, sunset. Swiftly flow the days,” goes the song from the musical “Fiddler on the Roof.” And it’s true — they just somehow disappear, even while seeming to loiter in tedious slow motion.
“I’ve never seen the faces of some of the people who work for me,” a nursing home administrator recently shared. The statement stunned me but shouldn’t have. Of course she hasn’t. Since the pandemic, new people on staff wore masks to their job interviews at the long-term care facility and are now hidden behind eye protection, too.