Before the coronavirus, this is what Twitter used to be filled with — extremely niché jokes about things like Edgar Allen Poe poems. There were also pictures of football stadiums filled to capacity and people sharing food at restaurants.  

I haven’t seen a joke about sneezing, coughing, or staying home sick in 10 months and I couldn’t be more sad. These were gold mines of Twitter content. Like… hey, here’s a picture of Ben Affleck looking frumpy after blowing his nose on his front lawn. Relatable and hilarious!  

Self-isolation is tough on everyone, but it seemed easier for some than others.

Seeing that this wasn’t going away any time soon, church leaders took their services outdoors, hosted bible studies on ZOOM, and learned how to perform the sacred rite of baptism in a way that honored 2,000 years of history and respected our current predicament.  

True story: I was in line at a bank this summer and everyone else was wearing a mask and I heard the guy behind me say to himself…

“This would be a perfect time to rob a bank.”

I didn’t stick around to find out if he was successful.

While this tweet is undoubtedly a joke, I don’t like that grapes have gotten upstaged like this.  

Things were going from bad to worse. We really needed baseball to come back on our televisions.  

If you raise your hand and it’s not on the screen, did you really raise your hand?  

I’m still not finished reading the Terms Of Service for every app I had to download to begin remote learning at school.  

But the best of us rose to the occasion.  

Another true story: I was in charge of making gravy this year. I’ve never made gravy. Who makes gravy? But the recipe called for “3 T butter” and I took this to mean “3 Total Butter”. I put three sticks of butter into the recipe because gravy tastes amazing and butter makes food taste amazing. It made sense in my head. Suffice to say, the family will not be letting me make gravy in the future.  

Happy 2021, everybody!