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Another year of Covid almost over.
Ho. Ho. Hell…
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Somehow, bagpipes seem a perfect accompaniment to the plague.
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That’s your prerogative…
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But it doesn’t mean I want to drive behind you.
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A Covid Christmas tree.
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And the perfect ornament to hang on it.
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Things might be winding down on my global plague series, but here are a few more….
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You and me both brother.
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I can vouch for that.
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Oh, the horror!
And don’t tell me you go there for the wings, they’re not that good.
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It does make you wonder what untold embalming properties heroin has….
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Yup.
That’s where we are.
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I hope everyone is having a better Thanksgiving holiday than me.
Because I’m probably going to be spending it in bed. ( and not in a good way )
No turkey. No stuffing.
Just severely swollen and f***ing painful lymph nodes due to my Covid booster shot yesterday.
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Yes, I’m one of the lucky 11% of people who have this awful reaction and it’s my own fault. I had it after my second dose and should have known it would happen again.
Along with the tender and oh so painful grapefruit in my armpit, there’s a splitting headache and all over joint pain.
Knees, ankles, shoulders. If it moves? It hurts.
Piss poor planning on my part. Who in their right mind gets a shot they know will land them in bed the day before Thanksgiving?
Me. Because they had a cancellation and if I didn’t take that appointment the next one available was December 12th.
So please, have an extra drumstick and slice of pie for me.
My turkey will have to wait.
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It seems our 2021 Thanksgiving dinner might look like this…
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Because I just received a phone call from the host of the celebration we planned to attend. She and her husband…. who were both fully vaccinated but not boosted…. have come down with Covid.
This woman is one of the most careful people I know. She always wears a mask, avoids crowds and washes her hands frequently. But her husband went north last week to visit his son. His son’s family was not vaccinated, and the town where he was staying has an extremely high positivity rate.
So now they’re both quite ill. Fever, chills, splitting headaches, extreme fatigue, body aches, joint stiffness, brain fogginess, coughing, sore throat, loss of taste and smell.
She’s a pretty tough cookie and rarely complains, but I can tell she’s worried. Thankfully they’re not having any breathing issues and are hoping they can ride it out at home.
I’ve offered to bring groceries and drop meals on their porch, but a family member has them covered.
And though I know it’s awful….the thought that keeps popping in my head is if it had been a day or two later? We all would have been exposed and at risk.
My other half had his booster shot 2 weeks ago… and me? I just scheduled one for this afternoon. Yours truly is not taking any chances.
I’m also not eating Thanksgiving dinner from a can… and am now heading to the grocery store to fight the crowds and search for a last minute turkey and fixings to prepare a quiet meal for two.
Minus the green bean casserole of course.
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My state has a vaccination rate of 80% for eligible citizens for which I am quite grateful.
I do however, relate to good ole Mona a little more than I did in the past.
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Global plagues are Hell on the waistline.
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And it won’t be that far from the truth.
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Amen to that.
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And can we really blame them?
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Because I wonder if we’ll ever go back to “normal”.
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A tasty alphabet to be sure.
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I’m all for that.
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I’ve never seen that ridiculous show, but I did get a kick out of this.
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No doubt! Have patience with your servers… they’re over worked, under staffed and have to deal with the public on a daily basis. For that they deserve hazard pay.
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🤣🤣🤣
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I don’t know about you, but I still need a laugh.
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I think that’s where most of us are right now.
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A night out has definitely changed over the last year and a half.
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This is so true it isn’t funny.
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Amen to that.
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That’s been my go to phrase for quite a while. The news gets more depressing every day and the utter lack of respect, not to mention the down right hatred between Americans makes my heart hurt.
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Too true.
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We’ve all had enough of the Covid 19 pandemic. Lockdowns, masks, travel restrictions, vaccine wars and toilet paper shortages have definitely taken their toll on the collective sanity. And while we’ve all tried to cope the best way we can… one woman has a slightly different method.
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Hmm.
I’ve been out of the loop lately. Are sun powered orgasms the new thing?
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I can’t honestly say solar vibrator ranks high on my global plague survival list, but then again… what do I know?
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If you’d like to read more:
https://www.theguardian.com/travel/2021/oct/02/sun-powered-orgasms-desert-cave-stephanie-theobald
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The husband has been trying to talk me into trading in my 2014 Subaru Forester for years now. But I love Ethel, and she only has 64,000 gentle miles, so I keep saying no.
Determined to prove that now is the perfect time to upgrade, I allowed him to drag me to a dealership to check out the 2022 models. There was only one problem.
There aren’t any 2022 models.
We checked 4 dealerships, but due to chip shortages and shipping backlogs the closest they could show me was a 2021 loaner of an entirely different grade.
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The husband insisted we test drive it, which we did. And while I admit it was newer and a bit peppier than mine, I was less than thrilled with the new energy conserving process that shuts off the engine every time you idle at a stop light. While the actual shutting down was smooth, the restart was jarring and bound to be annoying over time. They told us we could disable the feature, but it would have to be done every single time we drove as it resets to default.
For $38,000 plus? I said no thanks. But the husband was pushing me to order a new one and wait God knows how many months to get it….
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So he dragged me into the salesman’s office and had them appraise Ethel for a trade.
My Ethel.
I understand she’s 7 years old.. but she has low mileage and is loaded (with heated leather seats, back up camera, Nav and panoramic moon roof). My absolutely perfect Ethel… who Kelly Blue Book says has a trade in value of $16,500 and a private sale value of $17,800?
They offered us $10,000.
And that was all it took for my husband to be insulted, leave and stop badgering me to trade my vehicle.
Thank you Covid 19. Your virus induced shortages actually benefitted me this time around.
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After that fiasco, it was time for lunch at one of our favorite waterfront restaurants.
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A raspberry lime gin Ricky…
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And a scrumptious crab cake appetizer later, I was on my way to happy.
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Add a Campari Sangria and a fresh panko breaded haddock sandwich… and I was there.
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The husband started with clam chowder and moved on to a blood rare filet with grilled asparagus which, while quite satisfying….
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Set our wallet back a cool $53.
So yeah, thanks Covid 19 for driving food prices up so high our favorite place for lunch now makes my debit card shudder.
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Lovely fall photo inserted just because I can.
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You know the drill.
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Sadly, we’re probably not far from this happening in real life.
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Better than burning alive in my opinion.
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I definitely need one of those.
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And yet, we’re still dying by the thousands needlessly.
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And if it’s good enough for Micheal Meyers….
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