Upside of pandemic?

There are now indications that a lot Canadians are getting sick of sitting around at home and are getting into Mother Nature, even in cold winter weather.
And our father out there is the sun, or Sol, as my forebears used to call him. (notice how we have turned him into an object "the sun", rather than our father "Sol" in our arrogant culture).
Tiny invisible microbes have always been the greatest enemy of humanity, from day 1. The total number of people killed have far exceeded anything we have managed to inflict upon ourselves.
The original peoples here on Turtle Island can certainly attest to that, as their forebears were decimated by bugs brought in by the European colonizers.
Here, Sol is our protector with his ultraviolet rays with wavelengths between 100 and 400 nanometers which rattle the very inner foundations of viruses, bacteria and other tiny critters.
So, these critters hide from him as best they can, for their own protection.
And if we hide with them, as we are prone to do in our search for comfort, we provide them with plenty of food for reproduction inside our bodies.
So, let's get out there and hustle, as people did in Great Britain during WWII with some rather positive health outcomes (until they got lazy again)

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