Tough times don’t last, tough people, do. I don’t know who originally coined that phrase, but the message holds true. Whenthe pandemic hit, I was fearful, yes. But I’d also been through something most of my peers hadn’t. I’d faced the loss of a spouse and watched a grandson die. I’d survived that. I trusted I’d survive this, whatever this was. I knew it probably wouldn’t last forever, though it has certainly lasted much longer than I’d anticipated. I also knew people who had faced things much worse than a possible Covid infection. My daughter, for instance, who’d cared for her young son for nearly three years during his cancer treatment and then had to watch him slowly die. You don’t go through things like that without having built up some resilience.