Well, my weekend has begun... and I slept in until 0600 even though I went to bed at my regular time. I had an odd dream, too, dreaming that a loud noise outside woke me up. Looking out the front window, I saw construction workers digging up the sewage lines; my neighbor's yard and most of the street had been dug up and they were beginning to work on my yard. Going downstairs, I realized my the living room and dining room had been torn away. Asking a construction worker what was going on, I was told they were just doing their jobs. I went back upstairs and began packing a large, green backpack knowing I was going on a Great Adventure, and I was happy with that. And then I woke up.
Anyway, today's going to be chock full of chores. There's already the bread machine is kneading it's way through a loaf of Italian bread. As always, there are both laundry and lawn work needing to be done. The temps are supposed to go up to a toasty 88 (F) this afternoon. I'm sure when I step out onto the front porch I'll hear the cicadas singing.
A big change starts at work today. When we do our 'health check' before we punch in, a 6th question has been added. "Are you fully vaccinated?" From today on, those of us who have been Pfizerized, or Modernad, or have been pricked by the real Johnson & Johnson, have the option of wearing a mask or not. I will most likely option out. Some of those I talked to said they will still continue to wear them. I opted not to remind them we were not wearing masks to protect ourselves, rather their intention was to protect others should we become infected. For many, however, masks have become a security blanket of sorts. That is perfectly fine. If they make you feel comfortable and safe, wear one. For me? This might be part of my Great Adventure.