Health~ma for your dad, -t.

It doesn't look like I'll be eligible for the vaccine until they open it up to everyone, which is still planned to start at the end of May in Chicago. I'm going to be really bummed if I don't get a chance to go see my family before we start bringing audiences back to the theatre.

Health~ma to -t's dad.

Oklahomans can get the vaccine thanks to the Five Civilized Tribes, who are apparently way ahead of that state and many other in terms of infrastructure.

Dylan, who was born and raised in Oklahoma and is Cherokee, has waxed eloquent on that fact, though I remind him that we and especially Alex are better off living in WA. (Though it breaks both of our hearts how problematic both our home states would be for our son.)

Being back at school has already made a huge difference in Mal's outlook.

That's great. I remain furious with SFUSD for purposefully dragging their feet on high school reopenings to punt it to next year. I will be voting to remove every single asshole on the school board. Looks like elementary will reopen in April.

Health~ma for your dad, -t.

I'm totally playing the bmi card because the disabled card doesn't work in this case, which I still find infuriating.

Health~ma to your father, -t.

Good thoughts to your dad, -t.

So, as soon as I'm done with work, I head over to the QFC pharmacy, the same place that sent me a text telling me to stop by for the next vaccine dose when I'm in the store and feeling well, only to learn that the only day I can get a shingles shot is Saturday, because the rest of the time they're doing appointment-only covid shots.

I managed not to melt down in front of the pharmacist who informed me of this. She mentioned that they're advising people in my situation to get the covid vaccine first, so I'm going to go back to that route.

It's funny. I was in near meltdown mode a little over a year ago when it was clear things were going to get bad and most of the big local tech companies had gone 100% WFH yet but UW hadn't yet made the switch. But for most of the past year I've been downright stoic about the whole thing. Until now, when the end is maybe-sorta-kinda in sight but there's lots of uncertainty and moving parts, and I'm suddenly sitting in the parking lot of a grocery store trying not to cry because their pharmacy sent an ill-advised auto-text they weren't in a position to follow through on.

-t, tons of ~ma for your dad.

((Susan)) Sometimes crying in the car over something that seems like it should not be that big a deal is the best thing you can do.

Thanks, everyone.