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Finally managed to get appointments for vaccines. The doctor told us to wait until November to get them, so they’d still be active come spring, and I’m regretting that. I ended up calling all over town to try and find any. Finally, on the last try, I hit pay dirt. Safeway actually had all three- Covid, flu, RSV. Which NO ONE in town had. The only thing other people had was flu shots. They told me on the phone to make the appointments on line, so I went there and it took forever to fill out the forms (both because there was a lot there to fill out and because of our internet service sucking right then). Then when I went to write it on the calendar, I realized that Ms Dumbass had just made the appointments for the day before Thanksgiving. Now, ONE vaccination puts me on the sofa; I hate to think what three in one day will do to me. Not that we celebrate, but I was hoping to have C over and make some kind of meal- Tim was even talking about maybe a turkey since we haven’t had one in forever. Anyway, that’s out but at least I’ll hopefully stay well.
That’s pretty much all that’s new. I’ve still got the Halloween décor up; most of it is either generic autumn stuff (leaves, pumpkins) or is my usual, 365 days a year skulls etc. I’ll take it down the day after Thanksgiving (or whenever I manage to get up off the sofa) and start putting up Christmas stuff. Anything to keep the lights going. The snag in that plan may be that I won’t be able to find the décor; I put it out in the dry van in plastic tubs and I could not find them when I went out to get the Halloween stuff. Found some stuff I’d forgotten I had, but not the Christmas décor. I got too cold to keep on looking that day- and it’s not exactly any warmer these days. The high today was 34.
Last night I dreamt that the world as we know it had ended, and we were living in a compound with a bunch of other people (and animals- horses, chickens, sheep, goats). We were preparing for some sort of fair- getting quilts hung, etc. Then word came that some other people were going to attack us. They came riding up, shooting rifles. Then they… threw? Fired? Some gold spheres towards us. Someone was yelling they were A bombs. Then the one nearest me blew up. It was quite a blast, but nothing happened from it- some dirt blew around but that was it. I yelled we should be component atoms, but whatever. We started throwing those things back at the aggressors, but nothing happened. Then I was getting ready to ride away somewhere, and everyone was on a flatcar in a train, sheep, quilts and all, waiting to leave. I’m trying to figure that one out. No one is throwing bombs at me, even figuratively. I’m not getting ready for any kind of get together. Other than Tim, I didn’t recognize anyone in the dream. Meh. At least it was different from my usual ones of being here and my folks and Tim’s folks doing stuff and nothing making sense. I swear that’s what I’ve been dreaming, pretty much nonstop, for months. Pleasant, but meaningless. Or maybe it’s because I’m feeling like I haven’t done anything with my life, and am letting down my ancestors.
Speaking of how I’m feeling, I’ve been in (yet again) a depression. Yippee.