#tw privilege check

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From most of what I’ve read lately, the Moderna vaccine keeps its efficacy around 95% for about a year, then is still around 75%. I’ve had it my head that the year mark is when I should start thinking about a booster, which would be late March/mid April of 2022.

I was at my [healthcare bigwig] neighbor’s last weekend, catching up, chatting about Covid vaccines, etc, and she absolutely recommended I get boosted as soon as I’m eligible, which honestly kind of surprised me, even though it probably shouldn’t have.

I do not want to. At all. I don’t want to give up a weekend feeling sick, I don’t want to rearrange my week to allow for reaction time. Everything I’ve heard/read says your booster side effects are close to your second shot side effects, which SUCKED. Not enough time has passed for me to forget how actually sucky it was!

Don’t get me wrong, I’m absolutely going to do it. But I am going to dread every second thinking about it until it’s over. And I know it’s a privilege to have a readily available supply of free vaccines, and two days of down time is so much better than actually getting Covid, and and blah blah blah yadda yadda I’m still gonna be grouchy about it for a minute.

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The only issue on our ballot today is whether or not to renew the 1/4 cent tax for Parks Projects, which obviously yes, I vote to renew every 10 years when it comes back up, but let me tell you how wonderful and stress-free it’s been to escape the vitriol and constant negative, bullshit ads for at least one election cycle.

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I have ~$150 in ThredUp credit, so I’m trying to spend it on clothes for the upcoming football season, and while I LOVE football season, I really enjoyed having every September weekend for extended summer last year. Like, I know collectively last year was Bad, but there were a lot of good things for me personally. Basically what I’m saying is, I wish we’d have an all-SEC schedule every year, and also that I feel a decent amount of guilt for my feelings/experiences re: 2020.

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I found the very best time to walk in my neighborhood. It’s during the annual HOA meeting, when new officers are elected.

Too bad it only happens once a year.

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It’s like 55 degrees and sunny and I have my office windows open and I’ve been going outside like every 15 minutes to just stand with my face to the sun and it feels so good it should be illegal, and next week for like six straight days it’s going to be somewhere around 5 tiny degrees, which I normally don’t mind in winter - one week of it, anyway - because it allegedly kills a bunch of pesky bugs, but since it floods every single year in like, Nebraska, now, even if we get no rain for the entire spring, the Missouri river still floods and brings alllll the bugs with it, so.

Basically my future plan of Move to Mexico and Never Look Back is sounding better and better all the time.

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I can feel summer slipping away, and it’s really fucking with me, mentally. I don’t understand why it’s so easy for me to live in the moment, literally every other time of year but August. 

Why do I always feel like it’s only down from here? We have almost two full summer months left, and with football season delayed until the end of September, I have at least three extra summer weekends I usually surrender to game days. Not only that, but fall in MO is so perfect, and usually November and December are mild and festive. I love living somewhere with seasons, and I love the changes marked seasons bring. 

I’m usually pretty accepting of things like weather, things you can do nothing about. I feel like I spend a solid two weeks of my favorite season of all moping about the future, when I should be reveling in what it is now.

I suppose part of it could be that now is when my mom and I are typically planning our birthday road trip, the one we aren’t doing this year for obvious reasons. The thing is, though, I haven’t felt cooped up during Covid. I got my 10 day Mexican vacation before it all went to shit. I have a wonderful backyard, my haven with a pool and a hammock, and a cabin on a lake to escape to. I live in a city full of trails, and creeks, and bluffs, and various other outdoor spaces, and I’m a 10 minute drive to the river trails - and it’s only 10 minutes because I take the gravel road. My Covid summer life isn’t that much different than my normal summer life, and I KNOW I have absolutely nothing to complain about.

I can’t stop thinking about endings - the end of summer, the last tomato, the final blackberry. Washing the last beach towel, the final swimsuit. It’s ALL OVER.

It’s not even close to being over. 

I get so restless this time of year, like I want to walk out my front door and not stop until my brain is quiet.