So, about an hour ago now, I got my second shot.
I would've gotten done with this slightly sooner, I really would have. I admit I hesitated when the shot was being offered at work earlier this year, but by the time I had second thoughts, the machine had ground in other directions, and sort of left me behind. So I finally took matters into my own hands, and got it done with CVS.
Things are very slowly returning to a sense of normal. At least for me, my tiny corner of the world. Even the neighborhood library is technically open again, although for some reason all its lounging chairs went missing, or something. I'll try again soon to see where that situation's at, but this one's a big deal because it was one of the last things to hammer down the lockdowns last year, and it was the singular change to my pre-pandemic routines, altering the regular course of my weekend activities (yes, going to the library; a regular social animal I yam).
At the box office, A Quiet Place Part II was the first domestic release to cross the hundred million mark in the pandemic era. Godzilla vs. Kong came within a tiny, tiny hair of doing it first, but having one film, let alone two, at or near that mark had been impossible to conceive until this summer. The major releases that tested the waters before this point didn't even come close.
UPDATE: I guess they let Godzilla/Kong back in theaters to cross the finish line. I checked in with Box Office Mojo a moment ago. So officially two!
People technically don't need to wear masks all the time anymore. At work, we do, because there are tiny babies ("tiny" apparently the word of the day), who aren't eligible for the vaccine, so we've got to maintain the status. I kind of like wearing my collection of mustache masks. I imagine it's become a signature. Anyway.
Quietly floated the idea of resuming the possibility of a family reunion with the siblings, for next year, but no one picked up on it. There will need a lot of planning, completely different from the negotiations that resulted in the one that was cancelled last year. Part of this was made easier a few months ago, when my sister and her family transplanted to New Jersey, which is a reasonable car trip's distance from Maine, which they're demonstrating on Thursday, so our dad can finally meet his new grandson.
And life goes on.