As the first shot of my vaccine awaits me tomorrow, I am trying very hard not to slip into Giddy.
I know the limitations.
I know the precautions that will still need to be made.
My mask and I will remain bosom buddies, but…
It comes tomorrow.
A sharp jab of pain and then—
Hope blossoms like a weed,
And I will happily sneeze and be merry.