It seems like everybody at my address is in nesting mode.
Kubota cleared out a quarter of the garage to use as his private den. He is currently entertaining one of his buddies. 144 square feet can seem like paradise when you have a wide-screen TV, a mini-fridge filled with beverage, a kerosene heater and no parents to bug you.
We topped off our oil tank after the majority of the heating season. Mrs ERJ was antsie back in January. She was concerned we would run dry. The time we ran out during the middle of a March cold-spell weighs heavy on her mind.
Her remembering of the story is that we topped-off in August and ran out by March. I did not recall filling the tank in August/September (which is historically the cheapest time to buy heating oil).
No worries. As of today, we had used slightly less than 400 gallons of heating oil and we have a 1000 gallon tank.
For those with an economic turn of mind, a million BTUs of heat costs about $2.50 if you burn natural gas. That same million BTUs of heat costs about seven times as much if you heat with LP or #2 heating oil. Natural gas is incredibly cheap.
If I managed to save a couple of nickels to rub together during my life it is because I trained myself to feel physical pain when I spent money.
There are times when this amuses Mrs ERJ. "If you want a chocolate ice cream cone, buy one. Even if vanilla is a dime cheaper."
My reading of the tea-leaves suggests that massive amounts of inflation are on the horizon. The smart play is to invest in things like better windows and doors, roofs, HVAC, insulation and the like.
We had a contractor over today and we signed a contract to spend a stupendous amount of money. I keep reminding myself that that money might be worth ten-cents in five years. It helps. A little.
I still feel physical pain.
I got shot today
Michigan went from being on its ass for delivering Covid vaccine due to inadequate resources to meet demand to opening "guidelines" to accepting almost everybody.
To my surprise, the collective memory was longer than five minutes. All of those Democrats disparaging the vaccines developed under Trump's watch resulted in many Progressives choosing to not accept Pfizer or Moderna's vaccine. On the other side of the aisle, many conservatives are leery of injecting suspect technology into their bodies.
My willingness to accept the vaccine may be unique. A million years ago, while pounded by a particularly vile and malign strain of influenza, I went to the Michigan State University health clinic. There, I was treated by a Dr Cahoon. He was on the teaching staff and was doing his weekly penance in clinical. I was a sympathetic ear. He was a Professor.
According to Cahoon M.D., antibodies are modular and in his opinion, that is a good thing. Antibodies function like defensive players gang-tackling Billy Simms. Virus mutate. The analogy is that Billy might juke and the player aiming for his left leg might miss, but the guys aiming for his right leg, his arms, his neck and his waist will connect and bring him down after (only) five yards.
From a public health/epidemiology standpoint, a virus in a naive population might have a growth rate where every new victim will infect 1.3 new humans. If the vaccine "only" trims the infectivity rate so 0.7 new humans it will quickly extinguish.
As individuals, this is less than compelling. From an altruistic, population standpoint it is very compelling.
Mrs ERJ gently suggested that the probability that I will be asked to repopulate the earth is extremely low when I observed that there might be reduced fertility associated with the vaccines.
The possibility that the vaccine might cause me to grow a penis or a unicorn horn in the center of my forehead is more entertaining than scary.
Ultimately, I took the vaccine because I have never had issues with vaccines. I am a "believer". And finally, it will give my mother comfort to know that I am "safe" and that I am unlikely to infect her.
You are adults. No pressure. It is your decision.