Tuesday, November 03, 2020

Pandemic statistics: bad news, good news.

Katharine Cove, Lake Superior, 2001
 
This morning's US covid-19 death count is 231,566. Canada stands 10,262. See Johns Hopkins Covid-19 Dashboard for more. That's the bad news. The good news is that the case-fatality rate is decreasing: fewer infected people are dying. The reason is a mix of good and bad news: In both countries the infection rate of younger people has gone up. Older people die at ten times the rate (or more) of younger people. So there's what at first glance looks like a paradox: much higher daily case numbers, not many more daily deaths.

Other considerations: 
a) Younger people tend to be the wage earners, so their higher case numbers affects the labour market, which is already a mess because the pandemic has reduced demand, and so reduced the need for labour.
b) The long-term effects of covid-19 range from longish recovery times to varying degrees of physiological and cognitive damage. The data suggest that 5% or so of covid-19 recover with such in long-term effects. In the long run, that could have worse effects than the present infection rates.
c) The economy is in serious trouble, because too many people are still thinking in terms of getting back to normal. The pandemic has shown that a very large segment of our economy has relied on discretionary spending, aka as whim and desire. This segment will not return to its former profitability.
d) We hear a lot about anti-mask demonstrations, but in general, most people do wear masks, which I think means that we are generally more aware of our connections to the larger community. Which brings me to that last comment for today:
e) Most of us have found that we haven't taken the casual daily contacts, the greetings, and chats etc seriously enough. We need social connection, we need face-to-face connection. Screens and tinny voices coming from inadequate speakers aren't enough.
 

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