I’m sitting here like an apparition, only a fraction of myself, feeling like a truck hit me. Chills, fever, aches everywhere. My experience is that each new Covid shot has more intense side effects. The dogs are confused. Usually I’m glad to see them in the morning, but today? I don’t know why they can’t get their own breakfast. Yes, I’m whining and I’m not sorry. I looked briefly at the news this morning and the first thing I saw was an immense woman in a shirt that made her look like a gigantic, overfilled water balloon holding a sign that said, “I call the shots!” I’m not arguing with her. She could hurt me.
Who ARE we? I read this article yesterday and it made me think. It’s about people in the town of Baker, Oregon, a community not all that different from Heaven: vaccinated-seniors-navigate-life-in-mostly-unvaccinated-rural-america Those of us who are older remember polio, and those older than I am REALLY remember it. And Scarlet Fever. The article looks at that as well as how my peers in Baker are holding on. The last few lines really got me:
…Randy a 72-year-old Marine veteran, sees today as a very different time than polio, when the country had gone through a Depression and World War II. Back then, he says, it felt like there was a greater sense of helping your neighbor. “It wasn’t necessarily about God and country and patriotism, it was you didn’t want to let the guy standing next to you down,” he says.
So, I don’t think I’ll be running any races today or doing much of anything. I got up ONLY because it was the only way I could get a cup of coffee. Bear and Teddy are going to be called upon to do some intense baby-sitting. They won’t mind.Teddy is already on the job. The coffee is starting to kick in. ❤