Thursday Lights out after nine, the poked shoulder feeling fine, to awaken then at five-forty, a bit early, but pretty much par for the mornings anymore. Up to walk to breakfast under a bright sun, the poked shoulder a little sore when I moved it, but otherwise behaving. No complaints. Not much different than all the other shots I've had in this life, although the shingles shots were a little worse. Arrived at the usual time to enter the dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up just after nine to set out for home under again a bright sun, not all that many people on the street with the usual number wearing masks pulled down under their nose. Better than the runners without masks at all.

Bitch, bitch.

Not so bad. You can't say anything, of course, but I will walk out into the street to walk around them when passing someone without a proper mask. They get the message without getting into fights.

Home to take the selfie in the lobby and settle down with this, finishing up just short of noon. Maybe lie down for a while now, see how that works out.

Later. The arm is a bit sore. Nothing to really complain about, but it's letting me know I've received the shot. Not so much time on the tablet this afternoon, did try for a nap more than once, but that's been pretty much it.

Evening. Nothing on television, to bed just after eight to put the tablet aside and turn the lights out soon after nine. The upper arm where I got my shot is still a little sore, but not enough to make lying on it uncomfortable so things seem to be going well.