The longest spring

The past couple of weeks have taken on the slower pace of a holiday, like Christmastime, or the summer -- with rather less joy and enjoyment.

It seems like an age since Sophie Grégoire Trudeau returned from the UK with her own case of COVID-19. As Justin Trudeau joined her in self-isolation (in a different part of the house, it should be hastily added), it seemed to plunge Canada into the reality of the threat, and for the past fourteen days, the noose has tightened.

Today, I went to the grocery store for the first time in a couple of days, and noted the prevalence of face-masks and the shoppers carefully avoiding each other in a fashion that simply wasn't the norm a short time ago -- which seems like an eternity. We're Canadian, so we smile apologetically.

Except when we don't.