I haven’t written much about the pandemic, not really. So many people seem to be under the assumption that it’s almost over. Sorry, but no. And for those of us who cannot get vaccinated due to chronic illness (my doctor told me that, with my MCAS as unstable as it is, absolutely not)…the pandemic won’t be over for a long, long time.
I’m mourning, this year–mourning that I love playing hostess, but this autumn, thanks to the variant and the potential for transmission, once again we won’t be holding Thanksgiving, or our annual Yule party.
I am mourning the fact that I had a panic attack at the hair salon the other day. My hair dresser has been vaxxed. She wears a mask and gloves. The stations are a good 10′ away from each other, if not more. I usually go in late in the day when nobody else is in there, but this time, I went early because I had missed two appointments, the first due to the heatwave and then one due to Morgan’s illness.
As I was sitting there, I realized most of the people walking around weren’t masked. And I panicked. My hair dresser helped me through it, and we made sure my next appointment is in the evening, but…I came home afraid, because I am high risk, and the one thing I can do–the one thing I love getting done right now–made me panic.
I am mourning how many people in this country don’t give a fuck about people who are immunocompromised, or elderly, or (fill in the blank), they don’t care if those people (me included) live or die and we make up a sizable portion of society. And we pay taxes, contribute to the economy, and are both valuable and useful. These fucknuts just don’t like having to be socially responsible and wear a fucking mask. So…yeah, “my” pandemic threatens to extend a long, long time.
Onto other things…
I have a favor. My ex-publisher is trying to boost sales of Witchling so (IMO) I won’t be able to get it back. See here for more info. I’d appreciate it if you ignore any sales they’re doing because when I DO get the series fully back, I plan on making the first book free.