Day 392. A shot in the arm.
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