Shoot for the moon
I received both my Influenza and Covid vaccines last week, and I’m probably not going to do them both at the same time again if I can avoid it. That may prove difficult, as I know there’s a study underway for a combined shot, and I can’t imagine two shots being standard once it is approved. As before, the Covid vaccine kicked me where it counts, and the night and day following were pretty rough. Still, much better than getting Covid - which I’ve done.
I also attended a work party and was very pleasantly surprised to discover a coworker is an amazing singer and (possibly more importantly) a Star Trek fan. Star Wars seem to get most of the media attention, and it’s nice to know there’s still a bit of love for the OG.
Continuing a full week I attended my first air show in Santa Maria, California. Pretty cool stuff. Very loud, but interesting. I was lucky enough to have people in the group that actually know real information about planes, so my basic queries and ignorance was greeted with patience and information.
Cardiff is doing great, and still growing. She just hit six months, and so has an appointment later this month to be spayed. Don’t mention it to her, she thinks it’s just a nail trim.
The last bit of excitement is the dreaded colonoscopy. Congratulations if you’re in the group of humans that live long enough to experience this debilitating procedure inflicted upon you. For me, it’s not the actual scoping so much as the prep leading up to it. Severe dietary restrictions ending with prison grade liquid-only meals and a nasty concoction of jet fuel (see how I tied in the whole airshow and title?) and pineapple we have to drink. And not just a glass or two, but a gallon of liquid that is magically enhanced to race toward the center of the earth with little regard for anything between it and it’s destination. The pharmacy should hand out a little kit with a blanket and a seatbelt to just strap in and live in the bathroom for 12 hours or so. Can’t wait.
Literally, it’s not possible to wait or delay; the liquid will go to the center of the earth regardless of what you wish.