I am not dead, but also not alive.
You would think I might have something more profound to say. I’ve worked every day since Christmas. The days blend together. It’s work and school and school and work. I live in a countdown of releases. I have a better chance of telling you what system functionality went live today than I do knowing what day of the week it is. I’ve given up on dressing up for work, most days I’ve given up on makeup. I’d have to look in the mirror, but I’m not entirely sure I brushed my hair before I bundled it into a hair clip.
I have one more essay to write for grad school, and then I shall have an entire glorious summer off. I am taking the last week of April off, which means that I have 8 days left before vacation.
Spring is happening around me. For now, I mostly see it out of my office window. It looks like there are buds on trees. I think it’s getting warmer.
I’ve ordered plants from the catalog. I started some herbs from seed, I sometimes pause and add to a list of things I want to do when I get a week off.
On Monday night I got my first dose of vaccine. This means . . . not much. It means nothing for at least 2 weeks, and then after those 2 weeks, it means I’m less likely to die if I get Covid.
Not dead. Also not alive.