I wonder if in 100 years we’ll look back at the time of Covid and marvel that people did for a while sincerely believe and argue that no one really needed social contact, or to go to a restaurant, or to see friends and family in person.

Maybe not; maybe our successors will be firmly ensconced in the pods by then, eating bugs alone, looking back at us as the troglodytes who actually went out in person and did things with people in the same room.

But I hope not.