At my age, late seventies, there was never any certainty I’d survive the COVID pandemic. My reaction was to bury myself in writing the prequel to Return of the Convict, and just do as much as possible. (The thriller, Dangerous Vision, was ready to be re-published, but that could wait.)
Lucas, the prequel, is turning out really well. The story is set eighty years from now; close enough that one can dream up possible futures by meditating on current trends.
Then about a week ago, it was my turn to get the vaccination. It was blind luck, really–I’m not forgetting the wonderful folk who passed away.