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Vaccine Shot #2 is Complete

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.

In the Midst of the Chaos

One of the more positive aspects of aging is that, over the past several years, I have found myself becoming more and more of a morning person. This has afforded me the opportunity to witness far more sunrises than I did in my earlier days of late nights and later mornings. There is a certain peace that comes from watching a sunrise. The unerring rise and fall of the sun offers a sort of cold reassurance that, despite all of the chaos that surrounds us, there is a steady hum and flow to the universe. A hum and flow that cares little to none for our madness.

This has been a mad year. It’s been a mad several years, but 2020 has been a particularly difficult time for many, and there is a dark winter ahead. We have lost much and more still may be lost.

I do think that the arc of our history turns toward the light, though. There are moments where it may be hard to see, but sometimes there are glimpses—streaks of a rising sun in a darkened sky. I saw that light in Saturday’s impromptu celebrations, in the hard work of experts who are struggling to keep us safe and healthy even as many seek to destroy themselves on the vainglorious and twisted altar of a “liberty” which offers neither freedom nor life, and in the ongoing work of people who have made it their life’s work to help others.

I am not sure where this is all going, and I am sure there will be pain and darkness ahead. I am just as sure that there will be joy, and laughter, and good people who know the work is not done. Take care of yourselves. It is far too easy to let the madness drain us and exhaust us. Stay strong. Stay safe.

Know that you are not alone and take a moment to watch the sun rise.

The Week Drags On..

There are some weeks where you feel everything is going your way.

For me…this is not one of those weeks.

Here’s to the good and the bad, folks. May you have far more of the former than the latter.

Daily Writing Progress

Dissertation: RFCs, Publics, and Socio-technical Imaginaries: 300 words

Daily Writing Progress (2018) - #AcWriMo2018 - November 4th

Daily Writing Progress

Dissertation: RFCs, Publics, and Socio-technical Imaginaries: 1060 words

Daily Writing Progress (2018) - #AcWriMo2018 - November 2nd

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