The Second Dose

Today was another day that I didn’t have breakfast at home. I zipped out for a McBreakfast again. I think back to when I was working and I used to get it four times a week every week. Now I’m feeling guilty everytime. Pretty interesting change in mindset. I got back with my prize and inhaled it before starting work at eight. I’d set up two tasks for myself that I’ll need done for the fall and it’s nice to get it done early while I’ve got the chance. I’m working on a few long term projects too that aren’t moving fast or regularly so these jobs will fill the time. Also, they are manipulating Excel files, something I love to do. I put on my audiobook and just let it rip. Nothing scheduled until late in the day so I just soaked it up in the morning, having a glorious time. It reminds me of my first fulltime job when I was in the office and doing this all the time or given the time to expand my role or create better systems and processes. I loved that job, minimal responsibility, maximum opportunity. Anyways, needless to say, the morning zipped by and lunch showed up. My larders are still bare so I had some Campbell’s Chunky Chicken and Rice soup which is fairly watery and no crackers. This is problematic. I had the brainwave to slice a tortilla strip into strips, spray them with oil and air fry them into perfection. I could have looked up the correct temperature and time to do this but I did not. I figured I’d keep an eye on it. They came out hard and burned, not ideal. To add insult to injury the soup was piping hot and burned my tongue like as if I’d licked lava. The whole meal experience wasn’t good. Sustenance I guess.

I went back to my delightful toil, forgetting when I had planned to depart for my vaccine appointment. The actual jab was slated to happen at 1:51pm and the facility was between thirty and thirty five minutes from my desk, depending on traffic. It was raining so I felt I needed to err on the long side. I planned to leave at ten past one, giving thirty five minutes to travel and five minutes or so to prepare. As I was heading out the door I realized I’d forgotten to print my demographic card. This is something my public health unit has asked us to do. I sprinted back to my computer in a panic trying to print a copy. The printer had decided that it no longer is willing to work with my computer. I tried a few times, unplugged stuff and plugged it back in. I didn’t have time for this and figured they’d have copies, I can’t be the first one to do this right? In case I grabbed the wad of papers from previous visit, not sure if I’d been given it back last time or if it was collected, no time to check! I got in the truck a few minutes late and hustled down the highway. I arrived at quarter to two and checked the files, it was there. I augmented that one to be appropriate for the second appointment. I’d also received my new driver’s license in the mail that day so I reviewed that paperwork until it was time to go. I was right one time, as instructed and you know what? I forgot the damn paper in the truck. Turns out I didn’t need it anyways. Things were a bit more relaxed this time around. Screen questions weren’t asked directly, I guess she figured I knew my business. I wasn’t asked much at the next booth either and only to confirm my email when I got to the actual chair. I took a second shot of Moderna in the left deltoid and waited my fifteen minutes and departed. No fuss, no muss.

My arm was more sore this time initially, but nothing debilitating. I had a call and then polished off my first task that I’d been working on all morning. I had some extra water and then went to lay down (carefully) after work wrapped up around five. I ordered some chicken bites from Pizza Pizza and a bacon cheeseburger panzerotti. It was very tasty and the chicken bites were very nice with the two dipping sauces (sriracha creamy garlic and creamy dill). After a call with a colleague driving through Montreal buying people bagels and smoked meat to order (I didn’t get anything). I watched some YouTube, but mostly I listened to my audiobook, which has gotten great and played HomeScapes. I dumped some more money into that mindless app. I know that it goes on forever but I feel like I’m in the last room of the house now. It’s well designed to keep me going. Around eight I realized that I had to get cracking and in the next ninety minutes I cleaned every inch of flooring in the house. Swept the basement and main floor, vacuumed the rugs and the stairs (the worst!) and swept the upstairs bathrooms. Then I mopped all the non-rug flooring. I was sweating something fierce by the time I was done. Then I went after the upstairs bathrooms and gave them a cleaning too. By then it was nearly ten so I tapped out and carefully arranged my sore arm in the bed to get to sleep. Let the fourteen day countdown begin until I’m invincible!