
It’s not sunny today because it’s raining. That is exciting news for our drought-stricken area. It rained overnight and we’ll have a few more showers today with thunderstorms tomorrow.
We are now vaccinated for the flu and Covid. The druggist who gave us the shots was very nice, but they hurt! He didn’t have the lightest touch. Our arms are sore and Don, as expected, had a much stronger reaction than I did. He felt achey, not unlike flu symptoms, and was generally miserable yesterday. I didn’t have any reaction other than to wake up way too early yesterday morning, which is probably completely unrelated to the shots. So I felt very sleep deprived, but Don felt truly miserable. He’s much better today. Glad that’s done with!
Since one of our favorite things to do is walk up and down the aisles of a drugstore together (I know…it’s wierd) we did just that after we got our shots. By the way, there’s an episode of King of Queens where they go to the drugstore on a Saturday night just to walk up and down the aisles because that’s their favorite thing to do.
Then we drove across the street to the grocery store and picked up a few things. Then…we got old-fashioned donuts at Dunkin Donuts. That was our little Monday morning date. Shots, Walgreen’s, the grocery store, and donuts. It doesn’t take much to make us happy.
I returned Katabasis to the library yesterday and am now reading The Hallmarked Man. Katabasis was wonderful. Beautifully written. I didn’t want it to end. It’s definitely one of the best books I’ve read in a long time. Anyway, I drove to the library, then realized the gas level was very low, so I continued on to the gas station, then I decided to run to the store because Don was just about to run out of his coffee. I only bring this up because we only have one car now, which is mine, I’ve been having a little battle with Don about when to fill the gas tank. He lets it get very low – waits for light to come on. I do not. My dad taught us to add gas as soon as it was down to a quarter of a tank. In the good old days when gas was much cheaper, he refilled when it was down to half a tank. So…I’ve told Don to never let it get lower than a quarter of a tank.
But he does. And then I get ticked off. Especially when I’m the one who has to run to the gas station.
Not a big deal, of course. But, depending on the day, either mildly or very irritating.
Okay. Enough of the mundane.
Sorry I didn’t respond to comments on Monday – too busy, too tired.
Stay safe.
Happy Wednesday.





