it seems as if the more hope appears on the horizon, the crankier I get.
About 22.5 percent of the US adult population has received at least one dose of the vaccine. On my personal level…it seems higher, precisely because I am of that age where my older “but still age peer” friends are just over our state’s 65 year cut off.
And yes, sometime next weekend we’ll invite our first guest over to eat with us; yes, she is vaccinated and it will be two weeks plus for her and my wife. And…we are staying close to home to…take care of ME. Imagine that.
The weather is nicer..a lot nicer, the glute injury is feeling a lot better, and even the sore shoulder (maybe 2-3 weeks more?) only keeps me from bench pressing, at least with a full range of motion. I can still deadlift, overhead press, do pull ups, etc.
Walking is better too.
And now I have students in the classroom; not many, but a few..and yes, the course was billed as being online.
So, why the crankiness? Some of it is my “hall monitor” personality; I’ve been super careful but many have not (and some have yes, gotten COVID and it is all I can do to keep from keeping some thoughts to myself.
And some of it is my natural tendency to get nervous toward the end of a challenge. In a marathon, the final 10K…in fact, that final 5K takes FOREVER, even when my pace hasn’t slowed that much. The final stretch of grading takes a long time…finishing a paper takes a long time..
It is a “oh come ON man…let’s finish this already!!!”
I am always most insufferable when the finish line is in sight.
And it is in sight.
I can say that I’ll probably reenter very slowly…