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I'm feeling a bit disjointed lately and realizing I need to accept I'm back in limbo.
I knew covid was becoming an issue January-February 2020, but it was in New York and seemed distant. Then it was March 2020 and we were given permission to work from home, and I did, partially because of covid but also because everyone else was and I had my first bout of sciatica, walking to my living room for my job seemed appealing. Besides, it was only for 2-3 weeks and this would be done. *laughs hysterically* I left some of my snacks and tea at work when I packed up.
At some point, after it had been 2-3 months, it was more...okay, this is reality for a while. 2020 became...my back problems frustrate me, covid is scary, Trump is horrifying, all these other people are baking bread and I'm barely coping getting through each day.
Then I started on the vaccine trial in September, and that seemed maybe there's an end, but I didn't have any great feel for how soon the vaccines would roll out. Biden won in November and it was such a relief, maybe the country could soon get on a better track.
January 2021, I'd retired, vaccines were rolling out, the January 6 insurrection was alarming but failed, okay, things are getting better. But vaccines are not 100%, it would be stupid to get impatient and get covid, I'll stay in my bubble until more people are vaccinated.
I guess around April, the idea was raised to try to have an in-person ConStrict in July, and that seemed doable. I did debate flying, but wasn't ready to be in an enclosed space with strangers, so arranged to drive with friends. That felt like it would be the end of the pandemic. Or a major marker toward the end. I'd go to another state, see friends who'd all been vaccinated, come home, finally return to normal.
Only of course, there were plenty of news reports about the slowing rate of vaccinations and the rise of variants. By ConStrict weekend, delta was officially taking hold, infections and hospitalizations were rising. Mask requirements soon returned.
So now it's August and I'm...it's back to the bubble. Life is limbo-ish again. I've started volunteering at the SPCA on Wednesday and going to the movies, and I'm not willing to give either of those up, even if I should. But I'm not adding anything else. Stay home, social distance, work on house projects, write, do my PT, try to be grateful that I have a comfortable environment and a pod that's also being careful.
I haven't actually read much of the news lately on covid. I saw a reference to Dr. Fauci talking about possible new variants and I just...wasn't ready to know more.
This is not where I expected to be in August. I needed to write that out to help process it. This entry was originally posted at https://elayna.dreamwidth.org/318791.html. Comment wherever you prefer.
I knew covid was becoming an issue January-February 2020, but it was in New York and seemed distant. Then it was March 2020 and we were given permission to work from home, and I did, partially because of covid but also because everyone else was and I had my first bout of sciatica, walking to my living room for my job seemed appealing. Besides, it was only for 2-3 weeks and this would be done. *laughs hysterically* I left some of my snacks and tea at work when I packed up.
At some point, after it had been 2-3 months, it was more...okay, this is reality for a while. 2020 became...my back problems frustrate me, covid is scary, Trump is horrifying, all these other people are baking bread and I'm barely coping getting through each day.
Then I started on the vaccine trial in September, and that seemed maybe there's an end, but I didn't have any great feel for how soon the vaccines would roll out. Biden won in November and it was such a relief, maybe the country could soon get on a better track.
January 2021, I'd retired, vaccines were rolling out, the January 6 insurrection was alarming but failed, okay, things are getting better. But vaccines are not 100%, it would be stupid to get impatient and get covid, I'll stay in my bubble until more people are vaccinated.
I guess around April, the idea was raised to try to have an in-person ConStrict in July, and that seemed doable. I did debate flying, but wasn't ready to be in an enclosed space with strangers, so arranged to drive with friends. That felt like it would be the end of the pandemic. Or a major marker toward the end. I'd go to another state, see friends who'd all been vaccinated, come home, finally return to normal.
Only of course, there were plenty of news reports about the slowing rate of vaccinations and the rise of variants. By ConStrict weekend, delta was officially taking hold, infections and hospitalizations were rising. Mask requirements soon returned.
So now it's August and I'm...it's back to the bubble. Life is limbo-ish again. I've started volunteering at the SPCA on Wednesday and going to the movies, and I'm not willing to give either of those up, even if I should. But I'm not adding anything else. Stay home, social distance, work on house projects, write, do my PT, try to be grateful that I have a comfortable environment and a pod that's also being careful.
I haven't actually read much of the news lately on covid. I saw a reference to Dr. Fauci talking about possible new variants and I just...wasn't ready to know more.
This is not where I expected to be in August. I needed to write that out to help process it. This entry was originally posted at https://elayna.dreamwidth.org/318791.html. Comment wherever you prefer.