Clean and Safe

 

Yesterday was my day for suds and a shot.

Whoops! Sadly, not that kind.

 

The guys were here to clean the grunge off of our buildings.

When we lived in our house, we’d look at the green forming on our siding and say “Tsk, tsk” and a couple more years would drift by before we’d get around to doing anything about it. 

Here, men appear as if by magic with their hoses and brushes and it’s as if our abode had traveled through a giant car wash.

 Commune living has its plusses.

Then I was off to CVS for my Covid shot. I’d dutifully made my appointment, arrived 15 minutes ahead of time, and when I checked in I was told there were 7 people ahead of me. So I wandered around the store, noting all the things I had no desire to buy, and went back to the pharmacy. There were only 2 chairs available for the herd of us waiting, so I stood there contemplating the display of colon cleansers until a seat was free.

The day before, My Guy had foraged through the house looking in bags and boxes and drawers for his Covid vaccination card. (I smugly went to the drawer I’d put mine in and there it was.)

Card safely in my purse, I finally achieved my spot behind the curtain with the pharmacist. Jab, bandaid, and I was done.

 I asked, “Don’t you want to see my booster record?”

He answered, “No, those are obsolete. Everything is online now.”