So, this is how Tuesday starts: I really felt like sleeping in this morning. The temptation was great. My bed was warm, the covers thick, and the dogs were snoring away - even after the alarm went off. And I lay there for a full 8 minutes before rousing myself. Just because I don' t have to go to work, doesn't mean I can squander away the day. So, here I am, typing away. The mug I bought in Breckinridge, filled with steaming coffee (and just a large dollop of whole milk) is sitting on my desk. Oh, and downstairs Biggie is barking. He wants to go out, not to relieve himself, but because he knows when I let he and Lily back in they are going to get biscuits. Smart, eh?
My left shoulder has started aching, not constantly, but occasionally. At some point I will need to make an appointment to get it checked out. This is the problem with aging, things do begin to break down.
Being the curious sort, I checked out Moderna to check on the efficacy: 2 years is what they're thinking. This means my yearly flu shot is going to be joined with a bi-annual Covid inoculation, of course mutations and variants might change that. In other words, if you want to survive in this changing world we will need to rely more and more on science, and if you're a Cracker Jack Crazy this is not good news.
And just in time for spring, the Foo Fighters have a brand new album. The visuals in the first video are stark. The song is great. Rock and Roll will never die. Now, sit back, turn up the volume on your speakers, and watch, and listen to Shame.