08
Mar 21

My bicep is a little sore

That didn’t go over at all how I’d pictured. I’d somehow imagined something big, more emotional, more celebratory. I am all of those things, and something approaching the direction of relieved, too — but it’s internalized.

A young woman named Emily gave me my first Covid vaccine dose today. She said she’s been at this eight days. She’s not counting how many people she’s seen, how many times she’s handed over the famous cards, answered the same questions.‬

‪I made sure she heard my “Thank you,” made sure she knew it was sincere.‬ It seemed the only feeble thing I could do, then and there. Sometimes you just want to give high fives to total strangers. It’s hard not to be excited about this.

I am not showing my whole card, because putting that online is somehow when the microchip gets activated. And my superhero powers haven’t kicked in yet, but you know I’m trying.

We stayed at the store a while, to make sure there were no side effects, which was interesting because you could overhear the excitement of others. It was nice to see and feel the optimism of others once again. We passed the time in one of our group chats, where I made a decent Spider-Man joke, and, later, a Hulk joke that didn’t land as well as I wanted it too. The Yankee made a terrific Sue Storm joke, though, and so it was worth it. We had no perceptible side effects in the minutes and hours after the shot, and still feel fine. But my arm is a little tender right at the needle spot. Small price to pay, of course.

So, one down, and come on, end of March, at which time all of those feelings will be externalized, and there will be much relief expressed in many ways — while carefully making sure to continue observing the appropriate safety measures.

Honestly, if it’s a peace-of-mind thing at first, then it can be a peace-of-mind thing for a while.

We’re charting a snow pile at the local box store. This is from Saturday, our fourth week of observation. The weather has been delightfully mild this past week, and that’s reduced this mound to a pile of dirt and debris.

This is that same pile, on Valentine’s Day, after the first snow that mattered.

Just a few days after that photo was taken we got a substantial snow event, and so this was our pile on February 21st.

And, last week, on February 28th, when you could see some obvious decline.

May it all be gone, and soon.

And the weekend helped. Saturday I stood in the shade on one side of the house and had a bit of a chill, but I stood on the other side of the house, in the sun, cleaning windows, and it felt rather grand. Yesterday it was almost t-shirt weather. So, hoping to encourage the onset of, ya know, spring, I wore a t-shirt. This was a Christmas present. Pretty awesome, right?

And it is still, mostly, autobiographical.

The cats are doing well. Phoebe has just about scratched herself out. She had a big weekend full of getting into places she shouldn’t, and being allowed in places we don’t usually let the cats explore.

That’s pretty much every day for Poseidon, though. He’s constantly everywhere. It’s really cute, in retrospect, but not so much when you’re constantly having to jockey against him and fight for position.

But it’s cute.


05
Mar 21

Sports videos and rambling notes containing positive signs

Two sports shows form last night. Here’s the highlights.

And here’s all the talk about sportsball in the form of baseball.

And, this morning, it was back in the studio again first thing. The handful of Thursdays were we have shows late into the evenings followed immediately by Friday morning shows are reminders that I am not in my early 20s anymore. It isn’t that it is hard, or that a terrible amount is expected of me, but that I am tired. And, look, I’m not even performing in any of these shows, obviously, as they are entirely student productions. But I’m there, trying to lend a hand or get in the way, or provide moral support, or slow things down or speed things up or give notes and what not. Some days the hours get to me, is all. Small price to pay, to watch these nice people work on their craft and start to realize their dreams.

I had to give two studio tours today. That’s something I haven’t done in a year. It’ll all be a function of another new project coming to life. Just another sign, as we tried to explore a little bit the other day, of things coming back to something approaching normal.

They are holding graduation in person this term. That was announced a week or so ago. Family and friends will have to watch a university-produced program, unfortunately, but the students will get the real pomp and circumstance, which is great progress. The word has been passed out that the fall will be more in-person. What it means in practice is still being studied, but I’m guessing the goal is to make 2021 feel a lot more like 2019 than 2020. You don’t sell it that way. It seems a reasonable ambition and realistically feasible.

The show this morning, which isn’t online yet, brought in a guy offering you some workout tips you can do at home, because you’re not going to the gym just yet. I noticed they didn’t frame it as “Get that spring break bod” because our students don’t get a break this year — a concession to the virus and realities of traveling and so on. But they are going to get to watch a basketball tournament in a few days. It’s looking like their men’s team won’t be in the tournament, so it’s definitely a take-your-gains-where-you-can-get-them era.


04
Mar 21

Today in a flash

That was a pretty good look today.

The day started with a Zoom. I am trying to facilitate a new podcast that one element of the university is keen to produce. Happy to help. They are well and truly into the earnest brainstorming phase right now. And so there was a large Zoom today. There will be another this week. And I started training their producer this evening. In between those two things was another Zoom and then some show watching and some script writing and emailing and show producing and it felt like a full and normal day, really.

Best part of the day was that pocket square, though. That was definitely a move.


03
Mar 21

Just some Wednesday stuff

Students are making this. They conceive and write and produce and create all of this material. They’re on a learning curve in public, and they have to overcome dealing with me, and they do a nice job with all of it, week in, and week out.

I think putting up with me might be their biggest obstacle.

You can feel a slight loosening of the tensions that have been created for all of us this past year in the younger crowd. They know people who’ve been sick, or they had Covid themselves and they are well aware of the rules put in place around them and that they aren’t the biggest at-risk group. And they, just like me and you and everyone else, are rushing right up to a year of this. The little groups of people are getting a bit larger. The concerns about space and cleaning and germs and health and all of that, they aren’t diminished, but they’ve become lived in. They’re successful in that context, the students, but all of the rules aren’t.

The numbers of positive cases here, right now, are just tremendously low, and that’s registering with them, too. And it’s interesting to see the casual way some people can behave and perform given all of this. But still, the clumps of people — and we’re just talking friends hanging out in traditional little circles and human nature and stuff — give me a bit of pause.

I like to joke that I didn’t come into this thing a germaphobe, but I’m going to leave it as one. Everyone sorta laughs at that, or acknowledges it to the degree that they identify with it.

And so people gather in these little groups, because you don’t want to shout to be heard over distance. And you’re still fighting the urge to speak louder because you think this mask is going to get in the way. And some of us don’t have a good spatial awareness of what six feet is — even now. And, if we really stopped to think about it, six feet is a silly number as to be almost arbitrary.

All of which is to say, we are so close to something here. I know it’s finally spring in a lot of place — and Bloomington, it’s time for the annual talk about why spring and blooms and flowers are appearing in almost every other part of the continental United States and not yet here — and the promise of a happier season is before us. Not every day is a shoutfest on social media — but it’s there if you want it, sure. And vaccines are moving in so much faster now. It isn’t equal or even or easy in every place, but that Johnson & Johnson influx is going to change things. Some people think they prefer it, for whatever reason, and that’s great. But the sheer numbers, changing the supply, and the refrigeration needs, changing the logistical demands, are huge factors.

Consider, in no particular order this week. Monday it was announced that Indiana had put one million shots into arms. In mid-late February the state opened up vaccinations to the 60+ crowd. And in a day, of that announcement a third of the eligible population had signed up. Also on Monday, the state, which has focused almost exclusively on this as an age breakdown, moved it to 55+. On Tuesday, a day later, they dropped it down to 50+. And now, from the feds, come a push to start vaccination for educators. The Yankee and I might land in that crowd before they get to our age bracket, which would be just fine. You’re also going to see some surveys mentioned this week about how vaccine demand is on the rise. Sure, some diehards are still holding out for their own reasons, but the percentage of wait-and-seers is, as you would imagine, on the decline.

We’re not rounding the corner just yet. We might not even be at the corner, but it surely does feel like it is in sight. So it’s important to not give up hope, not give in to rash choices, and not throw caution to the wind. Now is the time to remember why we should refocus our efforts, because that will make these next few weeks and months just a tiny bit easier.


02
Mar 21

Not to worry

I did not forget the cats yesterday. A Monday check-in with our felis domesticus siblings has become the routine, and I did not forget. (Cats have a way of not allowing you to forget them, after all.) What I did do, however, was accidentally press the publish button too quickly. And, since it seemed like I had a good as any arbitrary stopping place for that post, I just decided to leave it until today.

So here’s Phoebe, somewhere she doesn’t belong:

And, not to be outdone, here’s Poseidon, somewhere he doesn’t belong.

So, in 2,000 words worth of photographs, the cats are fine, and they are cats.

We took a walk yesterday evening and we turned back toward the house just in time to see an almost sorta dramatic sunset. It was a nice little moment after our walk.

And I didn’t see the sun today because I was in the office, and then the studio, and that’s been the extent of it. You’ll be pleased to know, however, that I don’t feel as poorly today as I did yesterday while recovering from exertion. That improvement is found, even in the sitting position, is encouraging. Perhaps by tomorrow, or Thursday, I’ll better.

I was only 8,000-plus calories down, after all, and you’re going to feel that a little bit. But, after a second day of too much lunch, and another delicious dinner today, I’m making up for it. Well, you probably don’t make up for it. And say you’re adjusting to it implies an acceptance of a permanent or at least long-term condition. My energy levels are accepting it, let’s say. So tomorrow, or Thursday, back to normal, I’m sure.