Wednesday evening.

If you’re reading this in any sort of sequential order, I sincerely apologize for being so damn repetitive, but holy cow, it’s Wednesday evening already? The speed with which everything flies by is actually terrifying. My life is so filled with routine that I suspect a poorly programmed robot could do what I do at this point.

I keep daydreaming about all the things I’d do once I get my vaccine shots, once I finally feel safe to go outside… Just the museums alone: they are everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. Sure, some of them aren’t all that impressive, but you won’t know that until you go inside. Have you visited every museum in your city? I haven’t, but I aim to do so in 2021. There’s just so much to see, to try, to experience out there… And lest you think of me as a completely irredeemable geek – raves. Raves are fun too. (Do you have any idea how stir-crazy an introvert needs to get before reminiscing about raves? Heh.)

At some very recent point, my hair passed some informal delineation separating a merely shaggy hairdo from legitimately long hair. I have a crown of it now, like some sort of human-lion hybrid. I’m curious how far I can push it. (No hair salons or anything until my turn to get a vaccine about three or four months from now, of course.)

Here is a disturbing experiment proposal: if you’re biologically inclined to grow facial hair, shave it and your head (leave the eyebrows) on December 31st, and then grow it all out over the course of the year. You’d go from being a goofy-looking egghead to looking a bit shaggy, and sometime around August, you’ll probably start attracting security’s attention while shopping. (I have no clue how wild you’d look after 365 days of zero shaving or trimming.) I’m not saying I’d volunteer to do that myself, but I’d probably do that if there were a financial incentive.

Current escapism project: reading more about the people who found mathematically flawed lotteries (and won them all mwahaha), and starting to binge-watch Schitt’s Creek, a beloved Canadian sitcom that’s downright hilarious. There are 80 episodes over six seasons – that should last a while…

In covid news, today is a great day – Health Canada has approved the Pfizer vaccine after a two-month review. Somehow, someway, there was no inventory on hand, but it’s coming: the first batch will arrive on Monday, and the vaccinations will begin next week. I’m obviously not anywhere near the front of the line: my first aid training and my flat feet make me neither a medical professional nor a high-risk individual. (Though I do own a rather snazzy labcoat.) Even so, this is progress: after months of cowering, we can, um, continue cowering – but with the end in sight! Almost. Kind of. My guesstimate is maybe April until I get my vaccine shots. Pfizer will get 249,000 dozes to Canada by the end of the month, so it’ll be slow going for a bit.

Of course, all this excitement is more than a little bit privileged, since there are lots of smaller, less rich countries out there that don’t have vaccine deals, and will get theirs only due to the charity of other, richer countries. The fact that I live here, in Canada, is a lucky break as much as anything else. This is a strange dichotomy: celebrating the rollout of the vaccine while simultaneously being aware just how many people around the world won’t get their vaccine anytime soon, if at all.

Hope can be dangerous, but it’s one hell of a spice. The hundreds of thousands that will get vaccinated in the next few weeks will be safe from the virus. If not for this vaccine, statistically speaking some of them would’ve caught covid in the near future. Some of those would die, especially among the elderly. With every single vaccination, with every saved day, with every new shipment of vaccines, lives are being saved and needless deaths are being prevented. This is the beginning of the end, y’all.