About two weeks ago, after transferring the brood from our house to college dormitories via the family truckster, we decided to chase the empty nesters’ dream by recapturing the gaiety of youth.
We jammed out to a band at Looney’s Pub, bribing the host with a sawbuck to get a nice seat inside. The next day we partied it up under blue skies and puffy white clouds at historic Ellicott City. There were beer gardens, bratwurst, and eight stages going at the same time.
There’s nothing like a late summer day enjoying a craft IPA and listening to mediocre cover bands belting out the rock-and-roll standards. Fun was had by all.
However, in a similar way that the couple having gratuitous sex in a horror flick is the one that gets murdered, we got COVID for our party transgressions. Despite being fully vaxxed, we were knocked down by what felt like an endless flu with the bonus of a high fever and a loss of taste.
On a telehealth call with the doctor, he said judging by our symptoms, we most likely had it, and being vaccinated won’t keep you from getting it; it will just keep you out of the hospital.
It should be noted that my county in Maryland has an 84% vaccination rate, and the lines to get tested still took two hours. Tissues, NyQuil, and at-home COVID-19 tests are sold out.
The spike that happened over the summer in air-conditioned Florida is heading north, soon to show up in places where colder weather forces people indoors. Condescending Yankees will get…