Another day, another jab
Another day, another jab. Actually, based on my own checklist and a rapid consultation with the pharmacist, I might be done for now. The professional advice was to contact Public Health and see if there was any other product in the back of their cooler. No. I’m good. And a bit sore. We aren’t designed to serve as human pincushion.
The big transaction has been transacted. That’s where a cheque is morphed into another cheque. Then, you send the new one away by registered mail, and wait for… I don’t know the next detail in this multi-month script. In short, the banks get their cut at every level, and the economy prospers.
Could be more winter coming. The forecasts differ from one agency to another. None mention sunny skies and a beach day.
I might be showing my age. Interest in public health measures, winter weather advisories, keeping the dog calm while foxes tempt him to come out and play. Obviously, my birthday count is heading into deep double digit territory. I wear it well. Right?
I did get some sort of mail from the revenue people. Didn’t open it yet, because I need to stretch out my fun moments. The rumour is that this one could be of benefit. With my virtual withdrawal from economic activity, I don’t care as much as I used to. Remember that first Family Allowance cheque? Actually Youth Allowance, because I had reached the age of sixteen. I do. Paid for a pair of cheap skates that I then kept around for decades. Rarely used, but important.
