I’m fully vaccinated, and have been for a week now.

Mind you, good luck figuring out for sure what that actually means in the long term. As best I can tell, it means I’m much less likely to become infected by the known variants as of this writing… but it doesn’t mean I’m 100% immune, just less likely to get it.

So I’m going to keep wearing a mask around people. I don’t feel the need to double-mask (like we did for a month or so when the variants were getting scarier, and before we got our jabs) but at this point I couldn’t begin to hazard a guess as to when I’ll feel comfortable being fully maskless around people I don’t fully know and trust… which is nearly everyone on the planet, mind you.

Besides: I also didn’t catch a cold last winter, so I’m kind of a believer in masks as a general health-improvement device, you know?

Otherwise, life is just ticking along. I did a shift back in the office last week (coincidentally on my first “fully vax’d” day) and let me tell you, that was super weird. The office is back down to the size it was when I first started with the company nearly 15 years ago, so the hallway past the bathroom ends just past the bathroom door once again, which is jarring.

I’ve been playing Satisfactory, including weekly co-op games with my son, and that’s been an absolute joy. We approach things just differently enough to make things interesting, but not so differently that our styles utterly clash or make the experience too awkward.

I need a new hobby though. I’m definitely fighting the general malaise of being, well, me (with all my new lifestyle restrictions and all) on top of trying to come out from under 14 months and counting of basically never leaving the apartment. I’ve not been avoiding posting here because I forget the journal exists, I’ve been avoiding just posting one after another entry that boils down to “yup, still here, nothing’s happening, blah de blah.”

I’ll figure something out. Probably.