I think I finally fell asleep around 3:30 AM or so. I was really close to just giving up, getting out of bed, and just doing some work – because of how futile it seemed, trying to fall asleep.
The woman who gave me the actual shot was all business. I did get a choice of arm (I chose my right arm, given my tendency to sleep on my left side). There was no bedside manner, no gentle prep. Liz told me she barely felt hers, but my shot was like an angry hornet. The woman jabbed my arm like she was checking the temperature of a beef tenderloin.
I’m happy to say I did got a spot, and will be getting my first shot very soon. I’m still processing what all this means, and still feel a great deal of unresolved thoughts/emotions about the last 13 months.
I had a lot of worries and concerns, in the early months of the pandemic. And I don’t think those feelings ever went away. I think I just sublimated them, or found some way to repress them. I think I found some way to eventually function, without those fears and concerns taking over.
Liz did a lot of cutting, while I did a bit of sanding in the closet area. I then switched over to priming the vestibule while she continued to cut all the corners/edges along the rest of the hall.
A quick search of the ID listed (EOS430-U8-W-001) took us to to a website for a company called Tageos.
Some thoughts and feelings. Saving them as a draft, but they’re not really ready to be public yet. Check back in a year or so.
I’m not sure what the proper genre would be for this music. I’ve heard hints of Dr. Dog here and there, but I’m not sure if that’s accurate. It’s pop for sure, but there’s something about these songs that really just reel you in.
For my part, when the lights go out I need to do something on my phone to lull myself to sleep. Trying to avoid my phone has resulted in me just being wide awake, and I tend to need to either play a game or read some news articles until I get drowsy.
I’m not sure if it’s due to the fact that we’ve been house-bound for at least a week or two. We’ve gone out once or twice for errands, but the days have been really bleeding into one another – wake up, work, maybe some TV, sleep, repeat.
There’s a part of me that, lately, has started to wonder about my reaction to the vaccine. I’m very eager to have it, to be in the clear. But I think that, like many, I’ve suppressed a great deal of anxiety over the last year, and pushed a lot of things down that are going to re-surface soon.
Lately, Liz and I have gone in different directions on house-related work. I’ve been doing more planning and documentation, and she’s started to suit up again after hours, heading in to the basement.
The actual scam itself is pretty remarkable, and Rober does a great job explaining how the more trusting/gullible of us fall victim to it. The amounts of cash that are taken from people is truly staggering, and it’s pretty amazing that Rober has gotten involved to help authorities track down these terrible people.
It’s odd to think of Proenneke now, more than a year into the Coronavirus pandemic. Many of us have remained inside our homes, not able to go outside or be around people. And contrasting that with being wholly in the wilds of Alaska, more or less outside all the time – able to go absolutely anywhere at all, but there being no one else around.
The Fenland Black Oak Project aims to transform the “Jubilee Oak,” a 42-foot long subfossilised Black Oak tree discovered in 2012, into a single, impossibly long table.
While the video is a bit much (and a little too on the nose for me), I did find myself thinking back to the passing of my Grandma Phoebe. And in particular, the very long night my sister and I stayed at her bedside overnight.