Coronatide

At IHOP for breakfast and the COVID-19 protocols are in full swing. Every surface is being constantly wiped down with sanitizer, no shared bottles of syrup, ketchup, and condiments, and sparse, unadorned tables. Welcome to coronatide. 😐

Nowhere in the letter do the writers express a desire to know what is going on with the recipient; they do not wish to listen, learn, or truly befriend. They seem, above all, to want compliance. They want butts in pews, or at least the coronatide equivalent.

In this unsettling season of Coronatide we find ourselves beset by change, some welcome, some unwelcome.

Coronatide made it hard to go an hour or two without snacking, but we’re past that now, and Mass is definitely not the place for the munchies.

As we continue to reckon with the devastating psychological and social impact of Coronatide, Thomas is a reliable guide to the interior caverns of our hearts and minds.