Coronavirus Days--Week 48
Call it luck. Good fortune. A wonderful close to the evening of February 12th. My email told me that I needed to log into Kaiser and could choose an appointment for the vaccine. So unexpected. In my mind, I figured mid-late March at the earliest. I grabbed a slot for the following day, morning, and headed 30 minutes away (no appointments closer to home), in the 0 degree chill. When I arrived, when I walked into a room where I'd be handed a vaccine card and shot, when I walked into an observation area and received an appointment for the second shot, I wanted to cry. Tears of joy. Until that moment, I didn't realize how important this moment might feel.
Nan's been working a vaccine call desk for her employer and working a couple of big vaccine events. She has tales of people taking selfies, pictures with family, crying happiness when they received their shot or appointment. Immense gratitude all around.Annie Lennox, still looking like a hot goddess, performed a breathless version of the title song.
No week feels typical, even though many weeks have blurred boundaries like days which sometimes feel on replay. It's been another week of political madness with the acquittal of l'orange. It's been another week of articles detailing worrisome virus variants. While I have immense gratitude and some sense of relief, worry still hovers.