The only effect of yesterday’s COVID jab this morning is a slightly sore arm; I was warned of this. While waiting in the observation area of the Delta Flight Museum, where my vaccine was administered, I scheduled my second jab for twenty-one days later. The second jab will occur the day before the start of Spring Tune Up, so I am hoping that I don’t suffer any side effects from it. For all of the people telling me horror stories of getting my vaccine shot there, at 3:20pm (I was early for my 3:45pm appointment — shocker!) on a Wednesday, there was anyone hardly there and I waited five minutes before getting jabbed while sitting in my car.
I wanted to celebrate vaccine jab #1 by stopping at Red’s Beer Garden on the way home from Hapeville, but I wasn’t sure that it was okay to drink alcohol after the shot, and it was still too early to eat dinner (even for an old fart like me!).
I spent the evening eating leftovers and watching Top Chef before falling asleep around 10pm.
A lot of things are happening in my world this week, most of which I won’t share for fear that everyone will tell me that my world is completely falling apart. You are probably right, I just don’t want to hear it. I’ll just say that the ITP Estate has provided another disconcerting mystery making me hope that some day it collapses while I am not inside so that I can build a small, functional house on its foundation. I’m baking a breakfast casserole at the moment, so at least you know I don’t have a natural gas leak. All I want is a house that stops giving me angst. Is that asking too much? Probably.
WLF is doing okay. I am still flummoxed at the death of, and slow growth of those not dead, my plants. They are getting light, fertile soil, the proper amount of water (now), and appropriate warmth. Short of singing them songs and praising them I don’t know what else to do.
Hope that you are relaxed, happy, and healthy. I’m working on it, but keep getting pushback from external forces.