Almost a year after the lock-down went into effect for the United States, I have my first vaccine shot. I'm thrilled and have nothing more than a slightly sore arm to show for it, but knowing that my immune system is gearing up to create antibodies to Covid makes me glad that things can finally feel like they're in motion again in my life.

I've never been one to mind down time, in fact I always needed more sleep and down time than others my age, so this has been a welcome respite in one way. The circumstances could certainly have been better in terms of fearing even going to the supermarket, and normally I would have tried to at least go somewhere fun during my employment hiatus, but overall I am grateful for this break. Living with parental dynamics? Well, maybe that could have been better, but it's also not a terrible situation.

It's time to schedule my tax appointment or see if I can do my own taxes. I finally see my new endocrinologist at the end of this month, so that along with my second shot on Mar 30th should cover most of my immediate health needs. Progress will be made, not only because you don't mess with the IRS, but because I needed the tangible hope from a vaccine. Knowing it exists is one thing. Knowing that in two weeks I now have a 75-95% reduced risk gives me the confidence to remember what working life used to be like and start heading in that direction.