Wednesday To sleep soon enough to awaken then at five forty-five and listen to the five minute KPFA news before Democracy Now! started at six, getting up finally at the usual time and at the last minute talking myself into driving to breakfast to arrive, park and enter the dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The weight's been good and so the single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up just after nine to head to the car and drive home, taking the selfie in the lobby as usual, rushing to hit the bathroom before disaster might strike and then settling in at the computer. Not a lot of pictures to process this morning.

Later. Watched some new things on the tablet to while away the afternoon, did some last minute preparations for the COVID vaccination later at 7:50 this evening. Fretted, in other words.

Evening. Set out for the Stanford vaccination site in Emeryville at seven for the seven-fifty appointment, wondering how the traffic and parking would be to find the traffic moving nicely and so arriving at the parking lot at a quarter after seven. The parking lot was full with cars driving around the lot looking for spaces, but I oddly found empty ones without a problem. As many people were leaving as arriving. So what the hell, parked, got out of the car and joined the line that extended out of the building entrance and along the sidewalk.

To cut it short, twenty minutes in line (the “target” time to arrive really didn't matter from what I learned later), got the shot, sat in a chair for fifteen minutes to see if I'd have a reaction, got up to arrange an appointment for the second shot for March thirty-first and drove home. Didn't really feel the needle go in, felt a little funky afterward, but not in a way I don't often feel in the evenings. So we've now gotten the shot and apparently we've survived.