I may be eligible for a vaccine in Maryland because of my church singing job, which I haven't been to in a year (because it's not safe). I've booked the appointment and progressed to stressing about whether I will get there and be turned away before I can roll up my sleeve. (I mean: I'm scheduled for the first dose in 51 hours and I can hear my heart pounding in my ears.) If they send me home, I'll survive until they do want to give me the shot, but I am so eager to join the growing herd, I felt like I had to do something proactive.
When it is safe to go back to the choir loft - with a choir and not just as a cantor, which I think is all they have for the time being - my buddy the choir director won't be there as he's given up that gig. I am seriously bummed about that, though it does free a person up to look for a different church job not as far away now that the folks I was loyal to have departed.
Our neighbors down the street, who have two kids bracketing the prince in age so they were among the likely targets for play dates once we can emerge, are moving; one of the dads got a fancy new job that's too far to commute to from here. House is on the market Friday. We don't know them well, but I'm down about this also; there just aren't that many people I like, so it's a bummer to lose any of them.