By virtue of being in the “older Canadians” cohort—turning 55 has its privileges—I was eligible to receive COVID vaccine dose number one this afternoon.
The Provincial vaccination clinic proved a model of efficiency: I was vaccinated and in the waiting lounge 8 minutes after arriving.
The most exotic aspect of the whole experience was how close Robin, my personable vaccinator, was sitting to me. I’d forgotten what proximity felt like.
My only strategic miscalculation was the decision to ride my bicycle to the clinic: when I headed out it was warm and sunny; by the time I arrived it was windy and raining and I was winded and damp.
Apparently “sometime in the next four months” a robot will phone me to schedule dose number two.
Kudos to science, medicine, politics, and public administration for making this seemingly impossible thing possible.