I am writing this blog post from the sigmoid colon of the Symphony of the Seas, the second largest cruise ship in the world with the world’s tiniest portholes. What started out as a celebration of our oldest son’s college graduation, morphed into a miserable sequestration (for me) in a 150 sq ft room for 48 hours. This gave me some small idea of what the passengers on the original COVID-plagued ships must have felt and it was not fun!! At least I knew when I was to disembark and what was going on… they, instead, were trapped, sometimes in interior cabins, with no idea when they could leave or how sick they would become. That must have been pure terror at sea!!
