There’s one thing this week I’m grateful for above all else, and that would be the COVID vaccine. My dad is in the 65 and over category and he was able to secure his first vaccine shot on Thursday. And it gives me a small degree of hope that, uh, maybe I’ll be able to see my dad again, um, in person, in his house for an extended period of time. Um, I don’t think I’ve really — I think I’ve seen him once over the past four months or so, and that was in a Kmart parking lot in Marshall, Michigan, where we found out that there’s still, in fact, Kmarts that are open out there. So I know the vaccine, um, has been a complicated unveiling and it has felt kind of distant. I haven’t really known many people who’ve gotten the vaccine aside from my friends in the medical profession. Um, so knowing my dad got the first go-around, the first shot, kind of makes it feel real and you can see a light at the end of the tunnel somewhere. It might be a faint light, but it’s there. Um, so I’m thankful for that.