lenten journal

lenten journal: a shot in the arm

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

08 Mar 2021 — 1 min read

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Ginger and I were vaccinated last Saturday. The site was the Mohegan Sun Casino in Uncasville, Connecticut, about forty-five minutes from Guilford. Which vaccine you get is quite random around here. Turns out we got the Johnson and Johnson one, which is a single dose. Along with feeling safer, I feel deeply grateful, and also profoundly aware of how my privilege plays into this process.

a shot in the arm

after playing online reservation roulette for several days we won a slot for a shot at mohegan sun the luck of the draw gave us the one-shot version of the vaccine

we picked up a bag of fun size candy to give to those who save lives for a living (snickers should come in thank you size)

this morning the cdc said in a couple of weeks gathering with others who have rolled up their sleeves is a gamble worth taking which means the odds of a barn dinner are looking pretty good I read the story twice

and then pictured myself at the table some time this summer its a safe bet to say every dish I serve will come with a hug

Peace, Milton

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