Slight Detour: Callin' in Miserable

This will be probably be somewhat short today.

I need extra time for my brain and body to come back to life.

It's been a doozy of a day so far on this morning after Bill and I received our Covid boosters.

As usual, he's pretty much taking it in his stride with no complaints of side effects.

And, as usual, I'm making up for his apparent tolerance to the vaccine.

I don't have a lot of symptoms, but my left arm hurts, and my head and body are both working in very slow motion.

The nurse who gave us our vaccinations said to take Tylenol when our arms started hurting.

Well, mine started aching about 7 p.m. last night. We had received our vaccinations around 4 p.m.

So, before going to bed, I dutifully took my Tylenol, and, it seemed to help with discomfort. Actually, the night wasn't too bad---not too miserable except for the arm.

This morning, before assessing the pain and dragging myself out of bed, I did some stretches which seemed to help wake me up and to lessen the pain in that arm.

The first trip out with Bridie for her duty went okay, with my mind constantly thinking how nice it was going to be to get right back into the house and doze off if I needed.

That moment didn't take too long. Nothing on the Internet seemed the least bit interesting, so after about 15 minutes of surfing in my vaccine-induced stupor, I gave up and crashed on the bed.

An hour later, I looked at my Fitbit. It was 6:13.

Oops!

I usually go outside to take the horses to pasture around 6 a.m. Surely, they were curious and wondering why I wasn't coming outside.

I eventually did make it to the barn, and the next half hour seemed like for EVer, as I caught horses, pointed them toward the hay field. My gait, while moving alongside each horse reminded me of those mountain climbers do when they're about to scale the peak of Mt. Everest.

Twas one slow step at a time with my mental outlook NOT wanting to go one step further. Plus, it was piercing cold to the bone.

Just give me that warm house and a bed.

Eventually, the task was done, and Bridie still needed to go for her walk.

Just before we reached the house, my brain finally awakened. And, that was good cuz, as a news junkie, I could really enjoy the worldwide news flash that the British prime minister has lasted only 44 days.

I will beg to differ with the estimated time for lettuce in the image below, even though, over the years, many a cellophane bag filled with a pool of slimy, dead lettuce has occupied my refrigerator much longer than 44 days.

Still, the lettuce is not in its best state by 44 days, just like I'm not this morning.

Wishing Liz the best in her next profession. I wonder if, by chance, they're gonna bring Boris back.

While wondering about the future of Great Britain, I think I'll grab some more Z's during this day after and hope that all is copacetic by the end of the day when Annie comes home.

Happy Thursday.