A streak of colour
My turn will come. That’s my mantra for getting vaccinated. What makes this important is that “they” are already starting to discuss how the extra doses will be sent elsewhere. Hey! Not so fast! Some of us (a lot of us, actually) are still waiting on our precious little injection. If you are so convinced that we are swimming in the stuff, how about speeding up the master plan, so that I can lose my fear of just about everyone outside my household.
There’s also rumours of vaccination certificates. Again, it sounds like something I’d like to hang on my wall, but let’s do the prep work, first. Please and thank you.
I find that there is great solace in listening to familiar tunes. I know; at this point on the timeline, I should be trying to broaden my horizon, musically. But there are limits. Until my space, downstairs, is ready, I’m just holding on to what I know. For the record, there’s a lot of good music already available. I’m sure the “new stuff” will come with its own attraction, but wait until I’m ready.
While sitting quietly (on the couch), I caught a flash of colour, out of the corner of my eye. Tones of orange. It seems that the dog from up the road stopped by. Or more exactly, streaked by, on his way to wherever wandering dogs go. I mean, I knew it wasn’t mine (he’s dark, and doesn’t run as much, due to advancing age). But that young whelp, from over across… now that’s a different beast.
