It sure beats staying home and watching daytime TV.
Lesson two: Never, ever assume that someone is vaccinated.
In those dark and awful moments, I knew fear, loss, and grief. I understood the horror of Covid.
“Does Ernie have any Kevlar vests at home, and do you think he would lend me one on 9/11, when I’m at the base giving shots?”
Increasingly, I felt like I was in a scene from The Handmaid’s Tale.Increasingly, I felt like I was in a scene from The Handmaid’s Tale.
Don’t worry about the booster. Worry about the crazies spawned by political leaders, intent on mayhem as a way to regain political power and hold on to their financial gains, which are fed by the ignorance and suffering of others.
I need time for reflection, for meditation, maybe even for prayer.
“We can share the blame with some politicians, conspiracy nuts, religious fanatics…but the real culprit is us. Get vaccinated, America!
I Googled “new job jitters.” About 5,080,000 results (0.89 seconds) populated my computer screen.
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.