When the next pandemic comes, as it surely will someday, perhaps we will be ready to meet it. If we are not, the outcome will be very, very, very dreadful. - Albert Marrin, Very, Very, Very Dreadful: The Influenza Pandemic of 1918
Covid. I don’t even know where to begin. Except maybe at the beginning.
There was a buzz of joy and a fair bit of excitement at the beginning of 2020; we had just closed the books on the previous year and 2019 had proven to be our best year yet, just short of the income we had bought the hotel at. We finally had what we could actually call a normal year. Our first normal year since the purchase. And 2020 looked like it was going to be even better…reservations were already out the roof and that’s a sure indication of how the year will go. The effects of the string of terror attacks that had tripped us up and hit us in the pocketbook had finally faded away and we could now look forward to actually earning the kind of money we had expected when we bought the place. And we only had 2 more years left until our loan was finally paid off and then we would be free! And we would really start making money. Or we would be able to sell the place. It all depended on how we would be feeling, physically and psychologically, in another 2 years. I wasn’t looking forward to those 2 years, but that terror seems to recede every time we finish another high season and winter finally arrives.