Weekend Plans Post: Champing at the Bit

We don’t know for sure when the next gaming night is going to be… but it is finally time for us to start discussing when the next gaming night is going to be.

So the first feelers were sent out. Hey. What’s everybody’s vaccination status? Who’s got the first shot? What’s the date for everybody’s second shot? I imagine that we could probably have a game night where everybody is two weeks away from their second shot except for the one person who only has one shot… but, ideally, everybody will have both their shots, right? And then, two weeks after, we could have our first game night in a million years.

Oh jeez, what would we even *DO*? I don’t remember any of my characters. I barely remember how to roll dice.

Maybe our first session back should just be us sitting around and eating and talking about anything except the last year. Welp, it’s 8PM… time to go home!

Anyway, I sent out feelers to everybody and said “hey, this is when we’ll have our shots, when will you have your shots?” and then going from there and doing some light math. So far… looks like May. So we don’t know for sure when the next gaming night is going to be but… oh, jeez. There *IS* going to be a next gaming night. And it looks like it’s going to be next month.

Which makes the next couple of weekends EXCRUCIATING. We’re supposed to get our second shot next weekend and so, this week and next week has THE HAMMER COMING DOWN. The general rules are “DON’T GET COVID”. So all of the precautions, all of the rules, all of the everything get doubled down upon. Part of me thought “well, maybe we could start going grocery shopping again? Maybe go into the donut shoppe and pick out donuts by doing a socially distant ‘that one, um… that one…'” but, no. We are so very close to getting the 2nd shot that we cannot risk being told to quarantine.

So no grocery shopping. Getting them delivered. No going into the donut shop. You can make an order online. My preference is the Lemon Old Fashioned and asking the young person behind the counter to dip them in chocolate. If that can’t happen, I prefer the Chocolate Frosted Cake. Sure, you can get the Maple Bacon Jalapeño or the Bizmallow Caramel but the weird gourmet ones strike me as gilding the lily. The cereal ones strike me as something I would have loved at age 10, not so much now. The old-school donuts don’t try as hard because they don’t have to.

Amy’s Donuts has, tah-dah, a drive-thru. You have to go through that knowing that they might be out of your preferred donut and you may not automatically remember your second favorite… but you don’t have to go inside.

So maybe it’s not *QUITE* so bad that the hammer comes down just thiiiiis close to getting the second shot. I can still get my donuts.

And we’re going to need them because this weekend is the weekend where we go through the closet and put all of the hoodies and fuzzies and extra-thick shirts away for a season and move the short-sleeved shirts and lighter fabrics to the front.

Last weekend we swapped out the flannel sheets for the linen sheets and… oh, my gosh. I had forgotten the linen sheet feel as you get into the freshly made bed after a shower kinda feeling. And we got the seersucker summer quilt out! Of course, the cats have already barfed on it. That’s okay, though. We have spring quilts to use in the meantime. When it comes to other entertainments… that’s pretty much it. We’re just going to clamp down and gut it out and get to next weekend. We are thiiiiiis close.

So… what’s on your docket?

(Featured image is “Donuts” by @joefoodie is licensed under CC BY 2.0)