This has been a difficult year for everyone. I don’t think anyone
on the planet has passed through the last twelve months untouched. We’ve gone
through it in a state of relative ease and comfort, but it’s a year I wouldn’t
want to repeat. I’ve lost more friends than in any year I can remember. Several
of my friends have lost spouses or parents to this pandemic. It’s not over yet,
not by any means. But at least the end is in sight. A week ago, I received an
email inviting hospital volunteers to get the first of two COVID vaccinations.
I went in Tuesday and walked out sporting a Wonder Woman Band-Aid. I was told
to expect headaches and lethargy, but all I’ve noticed (so far) is a sore
shoulder. I’ll get the second shot in three weeks. I won’t stop wearing a mask
in public or washing my hands. But I will stop living in fear.
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