Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, April 17, 2021, 1:42 p.m.

Since a vaccination made my psyche considerably lighter, I have grown fond of fantasizing about what I want to do now that doing is no longer taboo.

This yearning remains in the realm of the imaginary. I’m going to wear a mask as long as Dr. Fauci says so, but I’ve grown a bit careless. Not as careless as those who frequent the places I go, but I still put it on when the truck stops somewhere.

I want to go to a Fourth of July party.

I want to take a long drive and visit friends.

I want to sing and strum my guitar in front of people.

I want to get to know people somewhere other than social media.

I want to sip a gigantic margarita at a Mexican joint.

I want to finish the novel. Not a novel. I’ve done that. The one sitting poised now for months on the brink of completion. I could’ve done that. It’s the previously heavy psyche.

I want to give somebody a hug.

I want to see someone smile. I want him or her to see mine. I’ve gotten better at seeing smiles in eyes, but it’s not the same.

I want to tailgate, and it’s not going to take one of those GMC six-way jobs.

I want to see a concert.

I want to go to a ballgame and not have to take pictures and keep score, though I probably will, anyway.

I want to memorize the lyrics of songs I’ve written and write some more.

Is it too much to ask?

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