Midday, yesterday, I found myself sitting on a small plastic chair in Roy Wilkins Auditorium as a kind and matter-of-fact nurse jabbed me in the arm with a needle. It was my second such experience in the last 21 days which means that in two weeks, I will be fully vaccinated against the coronavirus.

That is the good news. The less positive news is that that second dose did end up hitting me like a truck. It’s not pain per se. I am not hurting or experiencing any sense of physical suffering save a general tenderness around the injection site. Rather, there is this general fog of fatigue that just seems to be slowly dragging me down. I had hoped to have a full day at work but ended up crashing out after completing a small project that was due by the end-of-the-week.

With how I am feeling, I will take that as a victory.