…at something.  But first of course a person had to be ejected from their pre-sunrise bed with a slashed lip [thanks, Sumi!] in time to enjoy the solidified 12 degree morning earth outside

the Repo before loading up and heading down the road, encountering no one nor thing

well into California where things remained pretty quiet

until the interstate

which was as ever thickly flowing but nonetheless allowed time to reach Benicia

for avocados on toasts [not shown] in the H Street yard to be followed by the retrieval of the little truck, bringing the functional vehicle count back to two out of three.

Next day, bright, blustery and colder than it looks, we inserted ourselves onto Friday’s midday

freeway as far as Vacaville for a forty minute outdoor wait among seniors some of whose inkings [not shown] eloquently attested to formerly more robust musculature in anticipation

of those Second Shots and after the prescribed fifteen minutes during which nobody collapsed

returned home to a belated lunch and contemplation of a most curious and wildly expensive book, also not shown, a fortuitous gift from one of the Celebrities featured therein all about

what one suburban fashonista’s perceptions of “Elegance” and “Inclusivity” in California might constitute.  “A love letter to the state”, the authors enthused, albeit a bit myopic and poorly written. Still ‘n’ all an interesting [if lazy] exercise in…vanity.  And Vanity, in all Fairness, loved it.

Although my own notions of California Elegance might cast a wider net, ricochetting all the way from the Hirohata Merc to our dogs, the tome made for a dandy diversion through the second shot’s more severe side-effects; prickly chills, extreme fatigue, soreness…

All of which were said to be normal-ish, even including Monday’s dizziness

after picking up a small truckload of buy-three-get-one-free sacks of large breed dogfood. As a result I eschewed cycling despite Sunday’s seeming success, taking distanced tea in the garden with Mary and Judy in the course of which Judy, a Medical Professional who’d also had both,

assured me the delayed reactions were nothing to worry about although careening down West Second on two wheels would probably not be advisable.

Particularly after a weekend where every American, no matter which side they believe is telling the Big Lie, were treated to Sailor Sabol’s big moment at the Uncancel Culture Conference.* 

*Parental advisory; the musically inclined may find this link extremely painful although the comments are well worth reading.