Suzanne Harrington: Covid-19 has killed my inner Grinch
Finally back in face-to-face 12-step meetings, after months in the Zoom wilderness, where meetings seemed more like the intro to , or, if poorly attended, — sorry, younger readers, you may have to google that one. There is a palpable excitement in the room about the time of year. Yet, it's barely December.
"I've bought my cat a Christmas present," confides one lady. We compare notes. I've got the dog a glow-in-the-dark LED collar for dark winter walks; it is now hidden amid the growing pile of goodies in the back of a cupboard. Hidden from whom?
