Oozing Back To Normal

My first professional  hair cut in over a year. I told OJ to cut it as short as the shortest hairs left from my last home attempt with our clippers. She was skeptical but game. It always grows back. I think my one-inch buzz is the same haircut as my father wore when I was young. His was browner; mine is grayer. Having OJ wash my hair and massage my scalp was delightful. In Naples, there was a Polynesian woman who came into a local salon once a week just to have her magnificent long black hair washed. Now I know what a pleasure that is.

Little by little, we seem to be returning to pre-Covid practices. Steph has been called back to her office full time at the end of March, so Clara returned to face school. Governors of several states are relaxing mask mandates. People are congregating. Yet, the numbers are still terrible. Even though they are dropping, they are above last summer’s highest. I think we have fatigue from the pandemic. It may not be over, but people are done with complying. The only saving grace is that more and more of us are getting the vaccine. Current projection is that by the end of May, everyone who wants a shot could have one. 

Mutants are appearing, for which we might have to get a booster, but we are at least probably covered to probably not get sick enough to have to go to ICU. In the best of all current possible worlds. So, feeling safer, we invited Marjorie up for a short stay. Ryann spent two nights last week in order to take a midterm exam in person and attend her weekly metals lab. As I told our neighbor, after we return from visiting Mary in April, we will be ready to party, party, party, and will have her over for coffee and/or cocktails. Until then, we are wearing our masks, avoiding the general public, and crossing our fingers.