We’re halfway there.On Thursday we got the amazing news that on Saturday we’d both willingly be holding out an arm so a complete stranger could stick a needle in it. Today couldn’t come soon enough, and we can barely wait to do it again at the end of March.
Who cares how long the line is when both safety and freedom wait at the other end.
There was even a little entertainment along the way courtesy of a neighboring trapeze class
(Until not that long ago, Venice was the winter home to Ringling Brothers circus.)
Some paper shuffling, waiting in another line, then identity confirmation, and before we knew it, a friendly nurse was there at our window.
We had a 15 minute wait under the watchful eyes of the Fire Department's EMTs.
But at least we had a scenic view.
Then we were on our way, our status proudly displayed on the windshield.