Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

My mother called a few hours ago to tell me that she will be getting the COVID-19 vaccine on Friday. They offered it to her because she's over 80 and will be at the clinic for something else, so they don't have to figure out how to get it to her, or ask her to make an extra trip. And because she lives in London, where they started vaccinating people a day or two ago.

Meanwhile, I am texting people on behalf of the Michigan department of health and human services, urging them to download a COVID exposure notification app. Which I can't do, because Massachusetts doesn't have one yet. Time to yell at the governor, maybe. (This isn't the only thing it would be worth yelling at him about, but I have to start somewhere. Except they don't even offer to take messages outside 9-5 business hours. Email, I guess. Feh.)