Unwarranted optimism is probably useful much of the time, especially for folks who have projects demanding substantial commitments of time and effort. It is sometimes dangerous, and the history of epidemics suggests caution.
Seems fitting for the first non-pandemic post to be about the pandemic.
So let me own up to a reasoning failure. I have found that I’m not really capable of expecting the pandemic to get worse. In May, I understood rationally that there could be another wave of infection, but I wasn’t really able to anticipate it. Then there it was. In September, I could have given you no reason to be certain the worst was past, but I felt that it was. But it wasn’t. The worst came back and got worse and is still with us. Maybe now cresting.
Now the vaccine is available, and is going into people’s arms; not as fast as people would like, but faster than almost everywhere else in the world, except Israel, which for some reason is lapping everybody else by a factor of ten. So does that mean it’s over? Maybe…
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The Razor Blade of Life 