> two weeks [after the second shot] it will be like you have been released from jail.
April 27th. I've got it marked on the calendar.
Yes, like being out of jail. In the past year I haven't been to the barber, I've been giving myself haircuts. I haven't been to the movies. I haven't been in a restaurant. I haven't been inside anyone else's home. I haven't had any visitors in my home. I haven't been outside this town, except for long drives to break the monotony in which I don't stop anywhere. I haven't been to any baseball games. I haven't been on any overnight trips, I've been in no hotel rooms. I've only been in the grocery during off hours, when crowds are thin. To the fullest extent possible I have avoided touching any other human being, or any thing another person has recently touched. For example, when I retrieve mail from the mailbox I assume the carrier has contaminated it and wash up after handling it.
I said to myself when this started, this virus could kill me. I'm older, and not in the best of health. I don't want to die. Therefore, I will not catch the virus. I will do whatever is necessary to not catch it. And I will do those things for as long as necessary. Period.
I did it. When some others said, to hell with it, I stood firm. I'm quite proud of that. And it has worked. During the past year I've never had a cold, not even a sniffle. I've had some difficult experiences in my life, but finding I can endure something strengthens me. One man in this town did not. He stopped wearing a mask and caught COVID just before his father's funeral. He breathed all over several people as they were hugging and consoling him. He infected four people. Luckily, they all recovered.
Fortunately I'm pretty comfortable with my own company, so it hasn't been as difficult as for some others. But it will be a relief when that day comes.
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