Today, as little as I wanted to, after putting it off for seven-plus months, I had my physical. A. I’ve lost twelve pounds in quarantine. B. I got my shingles vaccination. Needles don’t bother me, shots don’t bother me, but those times when a shot hours later makes me feel like I’ve been socked in the arm, THAT bothers me.
Tom pointed out something I didn’t realize, however. She put a fun Band-Aid on my vaccination site.
I am and always will be a Looney Tunes/Merrie Melodies girl. Beep, beep!
Since my doctor is a stone’s throw from Barnes and Noble, I went by and DID NOT GET ANY COLORING BOOKS. Instead, I got a Stevie Ray Vaughan biography.
Then as I headed back, I shopped locally at the wonderful Brazos Bookstore to order a couple of novels from a new-to-me-writer. When those come in, I’m sure I’ll mention them here. But I also was finally able to pick up a copy of Paul Lisicky’s memoir, “Later: My Life at the End of the World.”
Now to start reading regularly again…
Blimey. How come you get a Road Runner plaster and I just got a standard plain plaster for my ‘flu jab?!
I need to start reading regularly again too. I did reasonably well over the weekend, though.
I guess I got lucky!
You were reading a lot earlier this year, as I recall. I just can’t get my brain to settle enough on either reading or watching movies/TV.
Yes, I was, but it seems to have stalled with the end of summer. I am slowing getting back to it.