My Rebecca and I got appointments last evening for the Covid vaccine. That sentence looks so innocent lying there in it’s coziness like that is all that is needed to be said. In reality it was nothing less than a grueling experience akin to escaping East Germany in the Cold War. Or maybe landing on a hostile shore in a Hot War. You know barbed wire , bullets cracking, mines, systems crashing.

This was like some diabolical computer dexterity test with life or death consequences. Sounds like some kind of Hitchcock half hour horror show. Maybe a Twilight Zone?

And this was our very dear local funky Vashon Pharmacy who employed some kind of over engineered screening program to help out, to make things fair. Well, the point being that My Rebecca and I were on the edge of our abilities to get through this thing. Not only that but the program would periodically crash due to overload and we would have to start over again. I think that we both filled out the burdensome thing three times from scratch.

You guys know me and seldom am I melodramatic or do I bitch about things but I am definitely bitching here. But not only for myself but for all kinds of folks that this would have been too much for. “Oh sorry, you are not up to snuff on our computer literacy, no vaccine for you.” Hitchcock!

OK, OK, enough of that. Anyway, our appointments are for this Thursday and then February 20 for the follow up shots. A Hallelujah!

way behind loves, Felipé.