Improved my chances
Seventy-seven days: the time between my two sessions in a the vax-chair. I assume they’ve been very busy, because I’ve been mentally prepared for at least that long. And now I sit quietly for the mandatory wait-week, while my antibodies gear up for a war I don’t really want to have to fight. I can stay home; it fits with my introverted view of the world.
I did have the chance for a face-to-face with a cousin, while in the area. Might even get a home face-to-face, (soon), where we can regale each other with accounts of family ties. Something I rarely do with complete strangers, just so we’re clear. I’m unlikely to start arriving on the doorstep, therefore we need world-shaking events (like a pandemic needle party) to get me into the mood.
Somehow, the trip down and back seemed to take much less time than the afternoon back in April. Of course, I was completely weaned from travel back then, and my road time was very long. Today, I knew the where, so it went by much faster.
Trying to understand a letter from my bank. I recently e-deposited a personal cheque, drawn on their branch. The account closed, and I hope this was just a head’s up that I wasn’t as rich as I believed. I don’t want to pay some sort of obscene banking fee as well. That fits into “insult and injury” in my personal definition list.
Barrie, hit by a tornado. Not a throwback news item (from when I was much younger). Today. Have to phone a friend and find out the down-low.
