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Adjustments

The Delta variant of the Covid virus has swamped hospitals here, so we're taking a few steps back and self-isolating again. My guy and I were still wearing masks in public anyway, so nothing changed there. Since getting our second shots we had dined in at local restaurants a few times as a treat for ourselves, but because the variant is infecting vaccinated people we're nixing that.

I don't mind the extra cooking or taking extra precautions; it's only sensible to avoid getting sick (if possible) at our age. I'm just tired of all the bickering and misinformation about the virus, the vaccines and how to stop the spread. My disabled nephew (he's the one with a heart condition) chose not to get vaccinated, no doubt because of the idiotic crap people are saying. When he visited us I politely let him know I wasn't happy about it, but other than conking him over the head and dragging his unconscious butt to the vac site here I couldn't do anything about it.

My nephew lives in a densely populated area in South Florida, and of course he then got Covid. Fortunately he's recovering without having to be hospitalized. He's also told us that he's going to get vaccinated as soon as he can, because in his words "I can't go through that again. I could hardly breathe." This boy is like my bonus son; I don't even want to think of how I'd cope with losing him to the virus when it could have been prevented.

Anyway, whining wasn't actually the point of this post. I hope if anyone needs more masks they'll let me know. I have plenty of fabric and supplies, and I'm happy to make them. Mine are washable, which makes them more eco-friendly than the disposable kind, and they're free and full of love. :)

Comments

nightsmusic said…
Just do what you need to, to stay safe. :)
Lisa Cohen said…
Neil's favorite cloth masks - most comfortable, best fitting - are the ones you made for him last year. {{{{hugs}}}} Thinking of you.

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