CoViD-19 and I

 It should not have taken me so long to put these pieces together. Since I began to Stay The F*** At Home , I've been reading fewer books, magazines, and other one-way forms of communication.  Most of my input has been Reddit, Quora, and various substack and other blogs with active comment sections.  I've also felt more inclined to write on my own blogs. But I'm an introvert, with low need for variety, generally quite happy to stay at home.  I had simply assumed that this meant I also didn't have much need for social contact of any kind, even in the face of facts like the eagerness with which I join video calls.  The answer is, and always has been, that I need contact with other minds, minds who think at least somewhat like me. So let's hear it for blogs.  They make isolation bearable. 

 That's right: a few nanograms of RNA near the left shoulder, wait three weeks, a few more, and I'll be 95% virus-proof.  I'm keeping my mask, both because I'm only slightly protected in the first 10-15 days and to set an example to the unvaxed majority.  For posterity, I should tell the whole unlikely tale.  My wife, eager to fly to where her sons and her father live (three separate places, BTW), had been poking various Web sites for a week or two  looking for vaccine appointments.  She finally found one about two and a half hours away.  Then a day or two later she was able to trade it for one in a town where a friend of hers lives, just one and a half hours away and within reach of our car's battery (OK, it helped to get a little recharge en route ).  Her appointment was on Tuesday.  So the Sunday before it, I looked at my medical provider's app and saw nearly a full page of appointments, only one hour away!  Of course, it seemed much too good to be true.  But