Icepack | Jan. 7-14
So, is it me, or do you, too, feel as if this year is as thoroughly hateful as the last?
What’s changed but a single number on the calendar? There was no real demarcation to signal the shift – no fireworks, no parade.
We’ve entered the vacuum of 2021 to incessant, cold rain. There’s the bitterer, chillier pill of waiting until the 15th for everything to open indoors – even then: WHY BOTHER? Nobody’s getting COVID-19 shots. Eagles’ chieftain Doug Pederson is still here through the next season, a promise and a threat. If we dine outside, rather than inside, we are foodie-forced to commit to that eerie, uncalming hum generated by sizzling, high-wattage heat lamps. (No. Seriously. If you’re not noticeably hearing them, yet find yourself ordering white, potato-based items you normally would not, because like, you know, CARBS, those scary, buzzing lamps that unsuspectingly fry the top of your head are weaving their hidden magic).