It feels like the shot is giving us a time-out rather than a cure. Something impermanent and vague.
The moral of this little blog: Get your vaccinations. If you can’t navigate the system, ask for help and be persistent. This is not a matter to be left to fate. Do not tempt her. Karma is a bitch and does not appreciate being in charge of your decisions. Say yes, and in the words of Yoda, “Do it!”
Through hardships to the stars.
I wore no makeup, a waste when you have to cover your face with a mask, and I was dressed in my COVID incarceration uniform—baggy sweats and a loose cotton top.
Perhaps if we can unify with the community around this issue, we can come together as a loving, kind, and tolerant community.
A New York Times headline today stated that people are voting as if their life depended on it—and it does.
Recently built dorms were unoccupied, the fancy new athletic center was empty, and no one was using the food service.
Life has changed with the pandemic, but love has not.
And then COVID-19 hit and, with it, nightly briefings from the White House. It was too much.
In this fluid situation, there are few options other than vigilance, patience and flexibility.