The Day After 4/20, 24 Hours in with Covid Moderna Shot #2, I Felt Like I Was In Full Celebration...and I Made It

Yesterday morning, I felt refreshed. I slept, I was rejuvenated, I had back to back meetings, followed by class. As the day wore on I began to feel more and more like I drank lots of NyQuil followed by Benadryl, and every cell in my body was letting me know exactly how it was going to move. Because it was April 20th, I went with humor and taught my graduate course anyway, explaining to my graduate students that the psychedelic artwork was thematic to the day at Covid Shot #2. I can't say I was totally wiped out, but it's enough to note, "I don't think I'd want the real thing." My nose clogged, my lungs filled up with cat fur, and there was the slightest headache....as if I drank to much. Trippy.

I was just groggy.

Still, it wasn't so bad that I couldn't function with all my responsibilities, but I was right on the edge. I imagine a few decimals up, I would have thrown in the towel (for those who know sinus headaches in Louisville, this was nothing....just a few rungs from a full-on sinus headache). 

Meanwhile, it wasn't enough to inhibit #verselove either. The challenge today was to write on dualities, in which I immediately went face to face with complex simplicity, and simple complexity. The task was also to embed (with italics) words to give more meaning (of course, I found quotes). I was thinking about the sparrows in Rochester, Vermont, that made me realize the female role in all life - there's no comparison. Moms everywhere do it....the super heroics that too often get ignored by patriarchal peacocking. Females are the heroes, the champions, the warriors, the muscle, the brains, and the resilient. I know I quoted men, but that's kind of what I was trying to push against; men have painted, named, sculpted, written, labeled (etc.) the world. Meanwhile, they've also missed out on the majority of the world. 

blah blah blah. the poem.