Saturday. The shoulder is sore, not over the top sore, but sore enough to get my attention. Got to sleep last night later than usual. My fault, I shouldn't have been on the tablet for so long. Awakened this morning at five-thirty to take the blood pressure (117/75, 116/70, 119/73) and decided to take the blood pressure med later when I got home after breakfast. Drove to the gas station to fill up the car before parking by the 7-11 store. Entered the closed dining area, turned on the lights and settled in at my table with the papers.

The beef patty, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, still holding the weight on the scale this morning, finishing up before nine to walk to the car to find it blocked by a line of cars waiting on the light and so didn't take a picture. My, my. How will we survive?

Home to take the selfie in the lobby to then realize I really needed to go to the bathroom (how would that have worked out if I'd walked home is always my question), took the blood pressure again to find it lower (110/68, 110/66, 106/67). Lower? Finished yesterday's entry, posted and processed the morning's pile of pictures.

The shoulder still aches from the shot. Not over the top, but again, you know it's there.

Later. Tired and feeling a bit funky remembering I'd felt something like this when I'd had those first two COVID shots in March. This overly funky start to the day caused by the shot? Maybe. Took a brief nap, watched some of the Yankees-Rays game on the tablet (the Rays ended up hammering the Yankees) and took a look at what I'd written back in March when I got those first two shots. Evidently I'd taken a dose of Tramadol back then and that had seemed to take care of the aching shoulder problem.

OK, took the Tramadol. We'll see. Another blood pressure reading had come in looking good at ten this morning, but then I ran one at three (140/71, 142/75, 133/75) and so took the blood pressure med. I'll send these readings to the cardiologist to look at on Monday.

A spare the air day today, a high of eighty-four degrees, no need to go outside and see.

Evening. The head is better and the arm seems better and maybe this is winding up. I'd written in March that I'd had a miserable time sleeping the second night after getting the initial COVID shots and so I'm hoping the sleepless nights had nothing to do with the vaccinations but we'll know soon enough.