Coronavirus. Who the hell invited you?

The world’s freedom is impaired. We can’t socialize, eat out, entertain, shop, or do business; office team meetings mean spruiking from a laptop meeting app.

It’s not business as usual. It’s virtual business. Life, as we know it, has changed, and online is king.

We’re threatening to get fitter – or fatter – depending on our level of determination or depression through all of this. Staring at our four walls, detaching from our families, and obeying group sizing rules.

Working from home, homeschooling, rationing toilet rolls, and washing hands incessantly – if not for at least 20 seconds, we’re doing it wrong.

Flights cancelled. Borders closed. Schools shut. No ANZAC Day, no Royal Adelaide Show, no AFL Season. Uncharted territory indeed.

“Breaking News” on media streams has lost its impact because bulletins are on repeat; Another casualty. Another cluster discovered. Another cruise ship case.

Testing. Isolating. Tracing. Tracking progress. Tallying deaths.

ScoMo’s held more press conferences than he’s had hot dinners – his hand-signers virtually arthritic as we hang on his every word.

Social distancing is what we’ll remember about 2020. Those crosses plastered on every shop or cafe floor measuring a metre and a half between you and me. A measure we don’t want to but have to take, yet on the Worldometer, Australia’s recovery is encouraging.

Businesses are adapting to a new normal.  Will we get any old normal back? Do we want it?

Life goes on, the economy is falling apart but the planet is flourishing. Is this the reset the world had to have?