“You know what people don’t talk enough about? MASKS. I wish I knew everyone’s opinions about them.”

The social media post dripping with irony made me chuckle Saturday. As expected, some viewers didn’t catch my friend’s dry sarcasm and began weighing in on the mask issue, yet again, in the comments beneath her post. 

Lawd, face masks, COVID-19, aka coronavirus, aka ‘Rona, is ALL we hear about these days. I asked my husband to speculate how many times a day we now reference the virus or, better yet, type COVID-19, at work. Too many to count is the correct answer.

Don’t get me wrong. I take the virus very seriously, follow health recommendations and roll my eyes like the rest of you at the over-politicization of a national health crisis. But, sometimes we just need a break from it all, and that was my summation of things this weekend.

Jeremy agreed. 

Saturday afternoon we loaded up on a whim and drove to St. Simons Island with one mission in mind  — eat seafood at a restaurant we haven’t tried yet. Even still, the virus was never far from our minds. We wore our masks and tried to social distance among the throng of folks waiting for a table at The Crab Trap. 

It took nearly an hour to get seated, but we weren’t disappointed. Shrimp-n-grits and seafood casserole was just what the doctor ordered to take our minds off these everyday stresses. Of course, we topped it all off with Moo Cow ice cream (yet another first-time try on the island for us).

Sunday brought the normal routine, but with a slight adjustment. We honored our very own Pierce County High School graduate with a socially-distanced drop-in reception at Truth Tabernacle, yet another reminder that life isn’t really normal any more.

As we good-naturedly suited up in our sanitary serving gear  — gloves and face masks  — to prepare plates for attendees, we joked again about my friend’s social media post. Yes, people are most definitely talking about face masks enough, perhaps spewing too much opinion accompanied by too little action.

The world is different now. It makes us all a little sad, but there’s still comedy to be found in these uncharted and trying times. 

With this weekend’s hospital diversion order, Jeremy and I were presented with a new reality. Baby Gove may not be delivered by our doctor, perhaps not even at our designated hospital. And, the likelihood Jeremy may not be allowed in the delivery room is higher now than we anticipated.

But it’ll be ok. We’ll all be ok. 

Find the humor where and when you can. Enjoy the lighthearted moments, even if they are few and far between. Pull up your big girl/big boy pants and let’s get on with life. We’ll make it through this year and however many more we’re blessed with. 

• Sarah Tarr Gove is news editor of The Blackshear Times. Email her at sgove@theblacksheartimes.com.