Hints of the butterfly effect

Just another day of dealing with being on the fringe of the polar vortex. Wednesdays are my "grading day" for my Metro Composing Arguments class. Takeout Tuesday was last night, and we ordered enough adult mac and cheese to cover today's big meal. Wine will be involved. "Full Frontal" runs on Wednesday nights and those topical shows are always best when viewed right away -- "Masterpiece" seasons from PBS, on the other hand, can be stockpiled on the DVR for later viewing.

Oh, and that second vaccine shot is coming up on Sunday, so that helps mark the calendar.

But just when you think you have your schedule set to your liking, nature reminds you that your little plans are of no importance in the grand scheme of things. 

My stomach got a bit tight this morning when I read a story in the Post about vaccine shipping delays caused by the frigid temperatures, power outages, and a series of snow storms.

So many unanswered questions. Are our doses for Sunday already in a deep freeze at St. Joe's? Is the plan for vaccine vials to arrive "just in time"? Does the polar vortex actually slow transmission of the virus (since many are stuck at home with no option to mix with the disease) or will the slow down in vaccine dispensation cost us later? 

I hate that syrupy cliche "We're all in the together." But daily events remind me that we can't ignore our neighbors in Texas or Oklahoma or New York. Like it or not, the neighborhood is quite large.