V-Day

         To get right to it, today my intrepid lady partner and I get the second of two Moderna Covid-19 vaccination shots. I had a very modest reaction after the first shot and have been told this means my reaction to the second shot will be more severe. I don't care. 

        We are already talking about what restaurants we want to go to, what places, etc.  These conversations always end with our admitting that neither one of us is going to feel totally comfortable in small, crowded spaces.  It's going to be awhile. Now I'm no Howard Hughes, but I was glad to eliminate the custom of hand-shaking, and I hope that is one of the changes from the pandemic that remain, my hopes based on the observation that such a custom was originated at a time in antiquity when life expectancy was about 24 years. In other words, "I'm too old for this shit."

        To get the shot today, we will go to a large, arena-like building the next town over, show the appointment cards that we were given after our first shots, and then get in a long, serpentine line delineated by theater lobby type barriers--the kind that consist of poles sitting in lines and connected by either velvet ropes or flat nylon belts. Last time it was well organized and didn't take too long. 

        The problem is that for the last several days I've been having an allergy attack which, at times, causes me to sneeze in multiples of four or five. This would not inspire confidence if it happens in this large building full of people waiting to get their Covid shots. It will scare the crap out of everybody, most likely.

        I woke up this morning feeling better, so, fingers crossed.