Here it is, the first day of spring. Winter seems to have flown by so rapidly. I have to pressure my husband to commit to taking a drive so I can see the wildflowers, maybe next Sunday. I've stayed inside almost all of the time since covid began; it's gotten to where I've become anxious about leaving my apartment. Not good. It would never dawn on him to ask if I need to get out.
The strangest part about getting vaccinated is realizing that just because I'm vaxxed doesn't mean covid is over for me. Yes, I have a much stronger immunity to the illness, but masks...still. Distancing...still. Isolation...will I ever really get over this feeling of isolation? I'm fine with solitude, but this degree of isolation is sick, in itself.