I said last evening that today was going to be a big day for us and I promised to tell you about it.
So here it is.
Today marks the one month anniversary of our second shots of the Moderna vaccine.
And as indicated by the errands and running around and haircut by yours truly yesterday our lives are beginning, slowly, to return to normal.
Oh I was careful.
I put on my mask whenever I had to deal with anyone face to face.
Except for when a young lady, masked in glittery blue, clipped my hair.
So today is a day of celebration for us.
Oh, and there's one other thing.
On April 7th, 1971, Judy and I were married in Indianapolis, Indiana.
Apparently it was a sure bet because the event came just 89 days after we first met.
I've been counting down the days for the past months and the pandemic has made that a bit of an uneasy process.
But as I said to her this morning, "We made it!"
Now, for the next fifty years . . .