The year 2022 wasted no time in giving me something to write about, because I finally got smacked with the covid stick. As luck would have it, it happened right after the booster shot. Thankfully, everything worked out and it is firmly in the rear view mirror, so sit back as I recount this painfully ordinary ordeal.
Welp, here we go again — in the span of two months, the world has once again been turned upside down, reversing most of the baby steps made back to normal made over the past year. Omicron is the new name in town and it came just in time to crash the Christmas season. Understandably, most people were in the mood to cancel Christmas for a second year in a row, and by all measure it looks like we’re in for a bumpy ride.
I did not take many pictures these past couple of months, so the pictures here are just assorted home cooking photos, most of them being from the Christmas dinner with the in-laws. This is going to be an extra-long covid-journal rant.
Three more months have come and past, and the only notable thing to report was a week-long trip to Vancouver. This was the second trip of this year and most certainly the crown jewel in this year’s streak of revenge spending. Without further ado, let’s just dive right into it.
Another monthâ€™s now in the bag, and Iâ€™m finally back on the monthly schedule! This month was relatively eventful thanks to the first trip I had taken to a major city in exactly two years. But thereâ€™s also covid stuff to rant about, because these posts really cannot stop being a thinly-veiled covid journal, why donâ€™t we just get on with it?