Well, the deed is done.  The shot has been got.  I made my way down to the pier this morning after a few hours of work to get the second dose of the Moderna vaccine.  It was a very easy in-and-out.  Grabbed some Subway for lunch and headed back to work.  Spent a good amount of time trying to get ready for the next two days in case things get dicey.  It’s funny: you want things to get dicey because that means your immune system is working well, but then you don’t want things to get dicey because you’ve got stuff to do, people to see, and you want to be able to make it through the day without any complications.

And supposedly you won’t really know until you wake up the next morning. (I’m writing this on Monday evening and posting it early Tuesday).

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I have to agree some with Caulfield on this one:

February is always an interesting one, it’s no longer the new year but it isn’t spring either.  It’s funny to think of an eight year-old thinking in patterns, but I think we all do it, at least on a subconscious level.  Is it a case of arrested development or a case of early maturation?  Who know.

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What’s interesting about being in this vaccine phase of Covidtide is that it’s giving us something new to talk about.  Today I had lunch with a co-worker and then another co-worker joined in at the end.  Two of us were going in today; the other had his second dose weeks ago.  So it was a bit like talking about the weather: how did it feel, what advice could be given.  And then it happens as it happens.  And then you talk about it again tomorrow.

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Monday’s classic Calvin and Hobbes is one you kind of think would be seen ripped off more often (like Calvin and Hobbes dancing.  Calvin in a space suit that’s isn’t Spiff.  It really is the helmet.  And his mom’s reaction is both honest and funny.

(images from gocomics.com)