Gradual changes

I was officially two weeks past my last vaccine last Wednesday.

Yesterday, I got my first haircut in a year and four months. It is such a relief to have the ragged ends off and a refresh on the color. My usual stylist moved to Hawaii during the pandemic; she's started coming back about once a month, but I just missed her most recent visit and didn't want to wait until late May. She must have left detailed notes, because the new person already knew many of my hair quirks -- no hairspray, a cut that can air dry, the exact color mix (but we agreed it was time to punch it up a notch).

Today I had lunch outside with T at the new taqueria that just opened next door. How exciting is it to have a taqueria next door? It's also nice, because they're sharing space with another restaurant -- a local institution that had to close in November. Burritos in my backyard and a reprieve for a nice brunch place? Hard to ask for better.

It's not time to throw the doors open wide and run back into the world yet. But the day is feeling closer, and that's a good thing.

(Written on Wednesday, forgot to hit post)