Almost in countdown mode
If it wasn’t for the ordinary, how could we ever recognize the extraordinary? I have days where finding something unique to mention is tough. Other than the date, I mean.
Hate to do it, but I have to reference my supper. Frozen pizza, brought back from the beyond by a spell in a hot oven, and a lay-on of cold cuts. Let’s face facts; the frozen pie model is convenient, but the flavours can be mundane. At best. On the positive side, prep time is short, and cleanup rarely requires potscrubbers. With careful portion control, I will approach leftover nirvana, tomorrow at lunch. Win-win.
This is another quiet evening at home. After more than four hundred of them in succession, you might assume that I would run out of ideas. Never! Careful choices in my music playlist, and a dog that is already hard at work warming the end of the bed mean that I will retire in good humour, ready for whatever the morrow should bring.
The countdown to vaccine day is on. I know that my eligibility should kick in, next week. I’ve already scouted the signup options (not great, but perhaps there’s a long term plan to open more spots). If only the local pharmacy could play; the flu shot, last autumn, was simple and successful. Actually, I haven’t heard of anyone locally that even got the dreaded germ this winter. All this staying at home and washing our hands seems to be worthwhile.
And finally, I called about our big battery; still not shipped, but they have my name and number. Repeated in an email. Hard to forget someone as polite and Canadian as me.
