RDJ Doing the Cully Face

 

Best Cookies Ever

My sis Martine sent me a tin of these cookies for Christmas. I swear they are the most delish cookies I have ever eaten. Not terribly sweet with occasional pops of sea salt. Best enjoyed with a cup of tea in the afternoon. Waesucks, the tin has been empty for some time. I swear I will love my sister forever if she will keep me supplied with more cookies. Okay, fine, I'll love her anyway. But cookies certainly wouldn't hurt. And a plain box will do. One fancy tin is quite enough.

Happy Birthday

To my beautiful sister Pam. She goes barefoot. And enjoys beer. And hangs out with questionable statuary. I love her to pieces.

The Wall

 

Doctors of the past. Gone but not forgotten.

Except for a couple I don't remember. At all.

Causation?

A couple of hours after my vaccination on Friday, I experienced a powerful craving for McDonald's. Must have been the nanobots. One thing is clear. The novel corona virus wants us to be fat. Or dead. Perhaps both.

A Cloud of Covid

I always get a bit of a chill when I watch a movie from the pre-2001 era and the New York City skyline appears. The twin towers of The World Trade Center are so prominent and recognizable it takes me a moment to process that they have been gone for nearly twenty years. This is from The Prince of Tides, a favorite movie helmed by Barbra Streisand back in 1991. I must be a fan of Southern Gothic since I also watched Crimes of the Heart. Of course I'm a fan, I'm half Southern. Through the vaccine fog I watched a few other movies, most of them a little dark. The teen angst in Some Kind of Wonderful was probably the bright spot of film viewing. And, damn, Eric Stolz was pretty. Still is, in fact. Rounding out my movie binge were Bombshell and I, Tonya. I gave Nomadland a try, same with Judy, but just wasn't in the mood, I guess. I swear I'm missing a couple* but I was in a vaccine fog.

*Rocketman. I forgot Rocketman.

Dose #1

I am approximately 72 hours past the first dose of the Covid-19 vaccine, Pfizer version. I have been feeling pretty okay since last evening, all that remains is a sore upper left arm and a largish, tender swelling in my left armpit. I had zero symptoms the first six or so hours after the shot, but then felt generally very tired the rest of Friday and my arm was sore. By the time Saturday rolled around I felt like crap. Total crap. It was as if my bout with covid in December had descended on me once more. Fatigue, headache, body aches and chills, food tasting like sawdust. I spent most of the weekend binging movies through a fog while taking up residence on the couch in the living room. Having mostly recovered at this point, I have to say I'm not really looking forward to dose #2. But I'm scheduled and I'll show up. Make your appointment for the vaccine now. Because we're all in this together.