Minimal effort applied
Just over a day since my last flu shot, and I’m still healthy. Let’s give two thumbs up to the advances in medical procedures, shall we. After the crazy circus over the last two calendar rounds (hundreds in a shopping centre), the health services moved the show to an obscure hospital basement. Unless you knew the location, there was no danger of puncture wounds. Almost like a secret club, what. Me and a bunch of more senior citizens, politely sitting for our fifteen minutes of R&R after the deed.
Today, I went for the minimal costume effect at work. A plastic skull that I recycled into my good friend Yorick. Not a prize winner, but I didn’t have to be a party-pooper (like most other years). We celebrated with pizza and pop, just like a bunch of kids. And then, back to our cubicles to await the end of another manic Monday.
At home, I’m alone. Like in the movie. I’ve introduced subdued lighting and the neighbourhood believes that this address isn’t worth the effort. Yes, we forgot to stock up on chocolatey treats. My bad.
For a change, the first big snowstorm of the season hit south of here. All the way down to the Jersey shore, from the report on TV. We’re still watching the grass grow (yes, I’ve given a head’s up to son #3 not to stow the mower until…). Most temporary garages are just a skeleton, and the snow tire trade is dragging, badly. When the next season begins, we can have a community panic about the long queue at bay numbers 1 through infinity.
