So in the back of my mind for 10 months so far there's been the recurring question, What was I doing two weeks ago? Was I doing anything that increased my risk? Were people around me doing anything that increased their (and my) risk?
We're now two weeks past late December; apparently, apparently, I was fine during that time, as were those around me. So now I can wonder, was I fine in early January? Was staying in on New Year's Day enough to keep me and others healthy? (And what caused that slight temperature on the 5th?)
And I was out twice today, masked and wearing a knit cap this morning when I did a walk to get the Willamette Week, then in the car (and, yes, masked) this afternoon to get a treat meal from my local McDonald's. Luckily it was nice out, after a lot of rain and wind yesterday and last night. I didn't go out yesterday, partly due to the weather and partly due to house stuff that meant it'd help if I stayed at the house. (Vague. I'm intentionally vague sometimes.) I now hope that I won't be sick on Wednesday, January 27th, the end of this current two-week chunk. I hope — hope — that I'll be productive, because being productive can help mental health, but, again, the priority is keep not getting sick.
I don't know when the heck I'll get vaccinated, but I now know people who've gotten the first dose of the Pfizer vaccine and are waiting for the second. There's progress. There's still so much death and sickness, though.
The muddling-through continues. This has been an update.
