And so, we're six months into it now—call it what you will: lockdown, confinement, working from home, "stepping out only for groceries and essentials". We've moved from March's, "this will all be over soon", to now in September—a dystopian present that seems to have no end.

Very early on, when the virus first invaded our border, from China, COVID-19 was "some odd-sounding bacteria" that would transit through our fair land, only to head onwards and self-destruct somewhere else. "Haan haan. It's one of those SARS, EBOLA thingys. No biggie," we joked. Quips about the Coronavirus kept social media fully engaged.