Thursday. To sleep soon enough, no soreness or the like getting in the way, awakening finally just before six to listen to Democracy Now! as usual before getting up after seven to drive to breakfast because I didn't want to walk, no reason to rationalize driving or come up with excuses.
Arrived earlier than usual, parking the car by the 7-11 store across from the gas station, to find they hadn't started setting up the patio yet and so settled down at the usual table in the dining room to start on the papers.
The avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up before nine to set out for the car. They're saying another day into the low eighties later so maybe get outside to see what that feels like? Probably not.
Home to take the selfie in the lobby and mess around with yesterday's entry before posting. Oh, and the arm is a little more sore than it was last night, but still no big deal. No signs of any of the more troubling after effects of the shot in sight.
Later. The upper arm a little worse, but took a dose of Tramadol just to see if it would cut it back a bit, which it did. I think. Nothing to complain about, not over the top, just sore.
Another hour's nap after noon, seems to have become a habit. If it perks me up a bit for the rest of the day, then so be it.
Evening. Watched some of the Vera episode I'd seen before at eight, but decided fifteen minutes was enough and so to bed well before nine to listen to the radio until ten before turning out the lights. The shoulder still ached, but not enough so that I couldn't lie on my right side with it pressed against the bed and so it wasn't causing any problems. Maybe the Tramadol I took on the way to bed?