Being an accounting of the recent and continuing pandemic and its various circumstances, from the perspective of an inhabitant of the regions lately called the Lost Quarter. Dates unknown.

Day Four Hundred Twenty Two

My love has received her inoculation, truly a momentous day. In some ways I was happier for this moment than I was to receive my own. This to me signals the beginning of the end of this long battle with the grippe reborn. I know it will linger on into the coming years, but it will soon be a different sort of struggle and for that I am thankful. All of this took much longer than I had hoped for, and there is still so much work to be done, not only in these parts but across the world, yet I feel a weight has been lifted from me. A burden that we had to carry will soon be gone.

In the evening we went out and sat in park with a couple of friends, having drinks and enjoying the sunshine. It was the first time we have done something like that in a month or two and it felt like a new beginning.

I look forward in the weeks to come, as the tide that the dread lord has brought forth is slowly rolled back, to going out again and seeing more of friends, having a beer on a patio, and all the rest of those things we have been denying ourselves. Maybe later this year we can travel and see something of the greater Dominions. At the very least we can allow ourselves some measure of hope again.