This week our COVID-19 lockdown ended and we’ve returned to semi-normal operations here. Many of the departments that were closed have reopened, and guys are happy to get moving again. Of course, nothing is really back to “normal” in the sense that we remember. The ‘new normal’ (as clichéd as that phrase has become) is a world where we’re still restricted in some of our movements, and everyone still wears masks. Don’t get me wrong, I really AM thankful. After the last 8 weeks, our new normal is awesome.
When I was growing up I couldn’t remember much in school. It seemed no matter how hard I studied, I’d retain a fraction of what I learned. I suppose it will come as no surprise to hear that I dreaded tests.
I spend my days here working as a dog handler and trainer in the Staff Dog program. On any given day I am in contact with these wonderful creatures, even during days when my clientele are absent. It is a blessing, and I have always thought this. Who am I to deserve such kindness?
Every morning when the sun crests, a nurse is here to take our temperatures with a hand held laser thermometer. With each zap her voice chimes out “97.1” or “97.4” or “97.5”, etc. as she tells each person their result. By now guys have fallen into this morning routine without hesitation, and within 15 minutes everyone will be back to doing whatever it was they were doing. It’s almost my turn. Surprisingly, the line conversation is upbeat this morning.