the daily flu shot and possible last evening fistacuff, 9-16-20

CVS pharmacy is the place to get a flu shot. Onesy for me and onesy for her.


‘Now’ is, or was, a relative term. Between insurance glips and a slow moving doctor doing the shooting it took ~45 minutes.


While waiting for my inoculation me noticed this stand where I could get a disinfectant wipe. It appears to have been left un-refilled for some time. Is The Wuhan still a notorious issue? When was the last time you’ve seen any bottles of hand sanitizer at registers or entry doors meant for public use?


Mr. Brave is being prepped for invasive sticking. Note the flashy green socks.


A small minority of people suffer mild reactions and setbacks after receiving their flu shots. This is The Purging Lutheran shortly after getting home at around 2:30.
I’m doing (and looking) better now (app. 4:00 pm).


Last evening My Sweet Rib and I went to our local clubhouse for ‘Taco Tuesday‘ – three ground beef or chicken tacos served in hard white corn shells. Yumzies fer sher!

A little time later there was a crash! A fellow fell and hit his head on the tiled floor.


. These are the medics who showed up to tend to him. As they were wheeling him away the guy to the right took a swing at the patient. He missed and was dragged away by his friends. How goofy can people be?


After all the hubbub this is all that was left of the scene. It is as though it never happened not unlike having breakfast at a diner and by the time you pay up at the register your table has been bused and wiped clean making it look like we were never there in the first place. When that occurs I am reminded I am nothing more than a wisp of life floating in the universe.



Isaiah 53:2-6

The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,
a scrubby plant in a parched field.
There was nothing attractive about him,
nothing to cause us to take a second look.
He was looked down on and passed over,
a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
Through his bruises we get healed.
We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.
We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,
on him, on him.

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