People-ing

It’s been a big 26-hours of ‘people-ing.’ All good, but damn, it’s exhausting. At least for me it is, and more so than it used to be. A lot of has to do with being an introvert, and then there’s a layer of Covid icing on everything. Lots and lots of new cases showing up. Both not socializing much over the last 3.5 years, outside of family and a very small group of close friends), and the preponderance of folks not worrying about any precautions regarding Covid, make me socially wary on top of being out of practice.

Yesterday I saw my chiropractor who told me about a bunch of near misses with Covid. She’s a healthcare professional. It’s part of what she deals with weekly. She’s fully vaccinated, as am I (will get this latest booster as soon as it’s available here), but it was disheartening to hear, from the one office, how many people she’s heard about with fresh cases.

Next was to have lunch with my old boss and other colleagues. We had a great time! In a restaurant…

Then my DH’s cousin stopped in for a wonderful evening of catching up. He’s been driving cross country on his own for more than a week. Probably not a big risk.

Today I saw the dentist and his small crew. They are good care providers, and I’ve been with the practice through three different dentists for a quarter of a century. It’s always good to see them.

Then the market, drug store, and gas station. And I was done. Eleven personal contacts, plus retail pleasantries in 26-hours. I had lunch with my DH, baked breakfast muffins and cooked hard boiled eggs. Cleaned up the kitchen and took a nap. I’ve stopped wishing that I had more resilience to these inputs. Sometimes all the things happen all at once.