Nothing serious: just the second shingles vaccine in the left arm, updated Covid in the right. I’m a big believer in the efficacy of vaccines, especially for people at high risk for whatever reason. In my case, it’s age (how I’ve gotten to hate that word!) and a couple of medical conditions that don’t bother me from day to day but I’m told could be a problem if I were to catch certain viruses. So I dutifully show up for a flu shot every September, and make sure everything else is up-to-date as needed.

Luckily, I’m one of those people who don’t react badly to any of the regular vaccines . . . or at least I haven’t so far. But that Covid stuff is different: it drags me down and knocks me out for a couple of days.

I guess what I’m trying to tell you, after all of this drug-induced rambling, is that I’m too tired to write today, or even to think clearly. The shots, on top of the Daylight Savings nonsense, are stronger than I am. So . . .

Good night, dear readers . . . I’m off in search of that hour I lost Saturday night, and hopefully a little more. See you when I wake.

Brendochka
3/12/24