I felt deflated yesterday. Which is appropriate, I suppose, since I had a needle stuck in my arm on Friday. Up until that point it was all excitement, and I was pumped up like a balloon. Then the deed was done. My left arm swelled up and I sank back into the COVID-driven mundaneness of my life. I hear lethargy is a side-effect of the vaccine. Well, it’s a side-effect of depression, too. Not that I’ve got the latter, although sometimes I think I buy things for the thrill of getting the package. So, that’s something to consider.

Anyway, the weather was nice yesterday, and I got out and walked around. Did a few chores. I even chipped a golf ball in the side yard. Other than lethargy and a sore arm, my side-effects seem minimal. I suppose more could crop up today. It’s hard to know if my congestion is shot related or allergen driven. I did sleep a good seven hours last night and revealing that reminds me of those relatives you only see once in a while who tell you all about their bathroom habits when they do come over. My apologies.

It feels time for another good long walk and while I’m walking, I can count the days until I’m theoretically protected by the vaccine, something else to anticipate. I read yesterday the waiting period was seven to 10 days. That’s shorter than the two weeks I was planning. Doesn’t matter, there’s nothing going on between now and then whenever then is, 7 10 or 14. At any rate, I should stop feeling sorry for myself. There’s lots of other people worse off who have lost loved ones even. All I need to do is suffer a sore arm and a bout of loneliness. So, I guess I’ll also count a blessing or two on my walk.