Little Things Mean a Lot

Twenty-Six Months

My Learning-in-Retirement classes went onto Zoom twenty-six months ago when Covid became an unwelcome part of our lives.  It was an adjustment to see only the upper halves of my peers on a computer screen. I also missed the before-and-after class socializing.

On Friday, there was an in-person-end-of-the-year picnic.  I had looked forward to seeing my former “classmates” and meeting the instructors of the classes I attended via Zoom.

It was great to see those I knew, to introduce myself to one of my “teachers” and some classmates from Zoom.  All the people I had known before looked different.  It occurred to me that everyone had aged a bit over the pandemic.

Except me.


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