Do I get it? No. Do I wish that he contracts the disease? No. Did he piss me off? Yes. Does his behavior worry me? Yes.
Lesson for the day: None of us has free choice, and many of us have no choice.
Like Alice, I’ve lost my “muchiness,” and I need to get it back.
I found a route home that avoided the humongous trucks and reckless lane jumpers on the interstate, picked up some pre-made mashed potatoes at a convenience store for comfort, and arrived home hungry, tired, and looking forward to my next day at the office.
I Googled “new job jitters.” About 5,080,000 results (0.89 seconds) populated my computer screen.
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.