It seems even longer, but seven months ago I was on the receiving end of stinging criticism from a number of readers after I wrote about my fears over the coronavirus for the first time.
I'd just returned from London, where I'd heard ominous rumblings about a mystery virus from China.
I mentioned a terrifying journey on the Tube to Heathrow that I spent pressed up close and far too personal with scores of other passengers.
Several people got in touch to say I was "going over the top" and one smart alec claimed: "It's like a bad man flu. There's nothing for you to worry about."
More than 900,000 deaths around the world have disproved that nonsense.
Unbelievably, there are still some Covid disbelievers playing down the perils of the pandemic.
I heard last week how an acquaintance who should know better indignantly ridiculed a woman he met for the first time in ages because she wouldn't give him a hug.
"Ach, jeez, you're not one of them," he declared in Sammy Wilson denial mode.
"Sure, what are you going to catch from me?"
Tempted as she was, she didn't respond with a knee to his undergrowth and instead walked away, saying he was the one who needed to wise up, not her.
Unfortunately the doubting Thomas isn't the only person who thinks he's immune to the killer pandemic.
Last weekend I paid my first night-time visit to the centre of Belfast for a meal.
For the most part, bars and restaurants appeared to be doing their damnedest to keep everyone safe on their premises, but there was little or no social distancing outside.
Later in the week, in the inappropriately named Holylands area of Belfast, predictable problems surfaced as new students went on the lash at house parties, not only angering their neighbours but also potentially causing grief to themselves and to their families back at home.
The £60 fines from the police will hardly scare freshers who really need to be taught tougher lessons by universities.
On the same day that the PSNI announced the punishments, the new and confusing restrictions unveiled by Arlene Foster and Michelle O'Neill maybe weren't as draconian as some commentators had expected, though how pubs will be allowed to open amid the new crackdown baffles me.
My gut feeling is that it won't be long until the first and deputy first minister are forced to introduce even more stringent regulations.
The sight of the two leaders standing side-by-side at the press briefing at Stormont was, naturally, to be welcomed after they were apart for so long following Bobby Storey's funeral.
Their restored 'harmony' was all carefully co-ordinated, of course, with Ms O'Neill saying the day before that she recognised that her attendance at the funeral had undermined the Executive's public health messaging.
She said she regretted that but, significantly, she didn't actually say she was sorry for what she'd done.
I can only wonder what will happen if, God forbid, another prominent republican passes away in the coming weeks or months.