I am generally cranky when Gary wakes me up, which he did right before midnight. He barged into my room, which is my room because I was thrown out of the marital bed for keeping him awake with my “energy,” and said, “Well I’ve got mine.”
”Got your what? Why are you waking me —“
”Vaccine appointment.” He held up his iPad.
That woke me up. I went from muttering into my pillow to sitting on the edge of the bed.
He said, “Oh no, it’s tomorrow. I can’t go tomorrow. That’s too soon.”
“I was going to sleep tomorrow. And I want to wait until it’s warmer and do a drive-through vaccination.”
To summarize what I said in response, it was multiple iterations of, “So you’re going to put the rest of us at risk so that you don’t have to get out of bed?” and that seemed to convince him.
He said it was a 40 minute wait, but people were distanced, and he got the Moderna Vaccine. I feel I plumped up just from the the unwinding of every muscle. I might have gone boo-ii-ing.