Even after two vaccinations and a booster, I still won’t eat indoors at restaurants. Thanks to global warming, this mild winter means that I can occasionally meet a friend or two at a restaurant for outdoor dining. Of course, there are heating lamps for when it actually feels like winter.
Nonetheless, the African dance troupe that I’m recently a probationary member of still attempts to meet as safely as possible to rehearse. Once, we met originally to dance outside, yet the combination of uneven ground, a strong wind and no drummers brought us all inside to dance to a digital recording, linked to the studio sound system. Let me back up: we did have a drummer show up, but he expected to borrow a drum. Just like one of the dancers had expected to dance outside and left when majority of the group voted to go inside instead.
I continue to be grateful for having a stay-at-home job. It’s part of the job description. Not only that, but the company has fully leaned into retaining the virtual positions, given our proven success. Recently, I switched teams. As much as I liked my former team, some of the coworkers who I was closest to have moved with me, so the change wasn’t too bad. Plus, it’s good to switch things up periodically, especially when there’s an opportunity to be promoted.
One thing looming over every Texan’s head is the electrical grid. Will it or won’t it go down when we need it the most? If I were to believe my roommate, the grid will be just fine because she’s now prepared for it to go down. At this point, that’s one superstitious belief I’m willing to subscribe to.
I read that one symptom that we all exhibit after two years of being in a pandemic is having a narrower bandwidth for accomplishing things that used to be much simpler in the before times. The way this manifests itself in my life is that I’ll read about something, say an event or activating a credit card. Days will tick by before I do anything about it. Despite this self-awareness, I rationalize the feeling away by thinking, “Why do I have to rush through anything anymore?” Since this pandemic, my social calendar has been quite clear. Not that I want to fill it with a lot of work.
The world has changed. The supply chain cannot even keep up with the pace of where it used to be. Apparently, that was all an illusion anyway. Simply enjoying one day at a time as it comes is the best way to go.