Just tested negative for you-know-what.
What does this tell us? That flying while masked-up and boosted is safe? (Which it is probably safer than taking the subway, given the air filtration, but that's not a high bar.)
It tells us nothing, really, except that I can't use covid as the reason I slept in this morning.
I sense a pattern.
Also, can you believe three years ago I didn't even know about the number of wild animals living a few feet from my back door?
My Covid-anxiety ramped up in the days after Christmas, in that familiar way we all knew from the start of the pandemic. We’d gotten comfortable at understanding how to avoid the illness—get your shots, wear a surgical or cloth mask, whatever is comfortable. Don’t go to crowded, indoor places unless you have to (like a subway, for example).
In fact, as vaxxed, brainy sorts of people, my colleagues and I felt comfortable enough to have a few meetings back in the autumn months. And as you all know, I was happy enough with my vaxxed-and-masked status to fly to Portugal and Italy earlier in the year, and those mild risks had paid off in empty tourist quarters and bargain rates.
I’d gotten a booster as soon as New Jersey had decided to make them available to all, and that bit of insurance had gotten me through the initial news of omicron.
I barely remembered the paranoid uncertainty of 2020.
I just paid off my Jersey City new (less new, at this point) roof!
I guess I get to keep it.
I'm late, I'm late for
A very important date.
No time to say hello, good-bye,
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late
People are testing positive left and right. I thought maybe I could squeak in one last trip before the hammer came down, so I went to my mom's new house for Christmas.
Flew back last night (double-masked), and now I'm ensconced in my little studio, day-wearing my PJs and wondering if I made it through the two airports and car rental counter and two Lyfts unscathed.
I guess I'll find out, but only if I have symptoms, since there seem to be no tests available.
Happy holidays, the 2021 version.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I tried a little experiment at Newark Airport today. Had a Lyft drop me at the Airtrain station at P4, to avoid the traffic on the loop around the terminals.
Massive success. Empty drop-off point, only one stop to Terminal C.
I had to go into Manhattan on a Tuesday morning, so I got a Blossoming Hot Chocolate.
The novelty lasts only seconds.
I got a fancy new house for the semi-wild cats who live in the convent yard (and by extension, on my patio/catio).
It's basically an insulated barrel with some vents and a doorway. I took out the cushion and replaced it with the straw from one of the DIY Rubbermaid bin houses, so it would at least smell familiar.
The gray cat, Gigi, was instantly on-board. Our orange buddy Jay Garrick is still working it out.
I went to Hoboken CVS to get a Moderna booster based on various articles about what a twice-vaxxed Pfizer gal oughta do.
My main post-booster side effect seems to be a deep desire to eat cookies.
