Not that anyone needs to care, but my entire body aches. And stretching is problematic. Not in a “it hurts” kinda way. My muscles start pulling without pain, bending my body in a strange manner that I didn’t think I could achieve. I honestly think my spine performed an S shape. I was worried I wouldn’t straighten out.
The only thing I haven’t experienced was vomiting.
Three weeks ago today, I received my first vaccine shot. It kicked my ass. I had a sore back – exceedingly sore – for three or four days. And I’ve been exhausted ever since – more than usual for me, anyway.
I’m going to go for my second shot today, later this afternoon, at about 3:00 PM. I suspect I’ll be experiencing more significant discomfort. All the reports I’ve heard second hand suggest that I’ll be extremely miserable within 12 hours and then slowly taper down over the next 24 to 72 hours.
I’ve already struggled with keeping up on my school work. I’m afraid this will make me even farther behind. At some point, I will have to bite the bullet and inform my instructors of my struggles. For now, though, I’ll maintain the axiom of pulling myself up by my own damn boot strings, thank-you-very-much!
So, on Saturday I took Tina out for some shopping. It turned into buying her a new computer and buying myself a new phone (and giving my old phone to her). There was also a meal involved, one of which I posted about previously. All this driving about, shopping, and eating resulting in my forgetting that January 30th is my sobriety date.
That’s right. I was so busy practicing these principles in all my affairs of living 24 hours at a time I forgot I’d been doing so for 36 years. So, yeah me!
Tina treated me to lunch at Outback Steakhouse. I had the ribeye, and she had salmon. The Outback in Hermantown has yet to disappoint. I’ve had sirloin, prime rib, and now the ribeye. Tina has had the salmon there before, but they had a new variation, which had an excellent sauce. However, as is always the case, we had more food than we could eat.
Not to worry. This morning I cut up potatoes, onions, along with the ribeye and salmon. I fried up the potatoes and onions in a half stick of butter. I also had some leftover rice that was just the right amount of spicy that I also threw in with the potatoes and onions. I added Kosher salt, coarse ground pepper, some reduced salt Lowery’s, and granulated garlic. After that browned, I added the steak and fish. It made a most excellent hash for brunch. I thought about taking a picture of the finished meal, but I was too busy eating it. You’ll have to take my word for it that it looked fantastic.
Now I’m going to focus on school work. I have a biopsychology class I need to get busy finishing. You all have an excellent rest of your Sunday.
PETER DOOCY: Mr President, what did you talk to Vladimir Putin about?
— Aaron Rupar (@atrupar) January 26, 2021
PRESIDENT BIDEN: You. He sends his best. pic.twitter.com/Fq0zglc9aK
Yes, it’s old news. It’s just so fun to watch.
*Yes, I know, it’s misspelled. No, I’m not going to give you the historical content.
Thank you Arnold @Schwarzenegger https://t.co/U63PFsILWr
— PamelaLeavey (@PamelaLeavey) January 10, 2021
The Presbyterian church called a meeting to decide what to do about their squirrel infestation. After much prayer and consideration, they concluded that the squirrels were predestined to be there, and they should not interfere with God’s divine will.
At the Baptist church, the squirrels had taken an interest in the baptistry. The deacons met and decided to put a water-slide on the baptistry and let the squirrels drown themselves. Unfortunately, the squirrels liked the slide and knew instinctively how to swim, so twice as many squirrels showed up the following week.
The Lutheran church decided that they were not in a position to harm any of God’s creatures. So, they humanely trapped their squirrels and set them free near the Baptist church. Two weeks later, the squirrels were back when the Baptists took down the water-slide.
The Episcopalians tried a much more unique path by setting out pans of whiskey around their church to kill the squirrels with alcohol poisoning. They sadly learned how much damage a band of drunk squirrels can do.
But the Catholic church came up with a more creative strategy! They baptized all the squirrels and made them members of the church. Now they only see them at Christmas and Easter.
Not much was heard from the Jewish synagogue. They took the first squirrel and circumcised him. They haven’t seen a squirrel since.
This was copied and pasted (with some editing) from The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster Facebook group page.
Here’s a better picture of Loki. He was looking at the living room. As you can see, his ears show the potential growth he is going to achieve. He’s half Maine Coon. His mother is a full Maine Coon. Loki’s father is unknown. He has the customary ‘M’ on his forehead and the tuffs at the tip of his ears. He also has six toes. No tuffs yet between them. He doesn’t look to be a long-hair. But it turns out that Maine Coons can be medium hair cats as well.
One of the reasons we got Loki was because Smokey is a high energy cat, and Kang doesn’t have the energy to match her in play. Now that Loki and Smokey have become accustomed to each other, there is much running and wrestling. However, as I type this, Kang and Loki are battling.
Loki is also a people’s cat. He follows both Tina and me around the house. And he has bonded to me. He will race upstairs to beat me to the bedroom. While Kang and Smokey stay with Tina downstairs, Loki stays upstairs with me while I sleep. If I get up to go to the bathroom, he’ll usually still be waiting on the bed for my return.
We have a new cat. His name, for the moment, is Simba. However, Tina and I are bantering about new names. We are leaning towards Fritz, but as of yet, are undecided.
I have thought about taking more pictures, but truth be told, I’m too caught up in watching him be a kitten to take the time to snap one.
He was climbing all over me. However, I had to put him on the floor because he started walking all over my keyboard. He does the same thing to Tina.
Hopefully, in the future, I’ll have enough presence of mind to snap a picture when he’s a cute kitten. Trust me; he’s not always cute.