Vaxxed

Shot No. 2 over and done with. I am, as they say, fully vaxxed.

Inasmuch as I had that swelling situation with Shot No. 1 in the left arm, I decided not to stress that arm further and took No. 2 in the right arm.

Experienced no dizziness on the drive back to the complex. Arrived back safe, sound and planning the next step on the road back to a semblance of normalcy.

First thing I’m going to do is schedule an appointment at the nail salon for a professional mani/pedi. I’ve been doing my own nails for over a year now, and it’s time to take it easy and treat myself.

Then it’s a long overdue appointment with Optometry.

After that, who knows, but hopefully it’ll be in person 5Ks, as I’m as over solo virtuals as I am over doing my own nails.

I did sign up for a Virtual Scavenger Hunt, scheduled for this month, which I’m thinking is an activity I won’t mind going solo.

I’ve never participated in a scavenger hunt — virtual or otherwise, so I’m interested in seeing how this is going to work.

The organizers indicate there will be 10 clues to solve that will lead me to 10 destinations in my own city. It’s the “my own city” part I’m eager to see how they’re going to manage when participants are signing up from all over — other cities, other states.

On another note, I think Trainer is trying to get rid of me.

In fact, I accused him of such when I walked into Monday’s session and found my work station, i.e., the treadmill, moved yet again … for a fourth or fifth time — I’ve lost count.

Last week, the station was positioned in the back of the main room, intersecting the feng shui Family and Fame walls, in the Relationship corner, where I could look out, around, see everything inside and outside the studio.

Now it’s in the front of the main room, intersecting the entryway door, up against the feng shui Health wall, in the New Knowledge corner.

Not awful placement, insofar as feng shui goes, but sucks for viewing purposes, as I can no longer see what’s behind me and what’s going on outside the side window, which is usually entertaining.

At any rate, inasmuch as the new location of the station is so close to the exit door, I told Trainer, “I think you’re trying to get rid of me. Moving me ever closer to the exit door”.

Of course Trainer laughed and denied getting rid of me as his motivation, but time will tell if I arrive one day and the treadmill is outside — in the middle of the parking lot.

Trainer knows nothing of feng shui, could care less. He blames the constant arranging and rearranging of the studio on inspiration garnered from HGTV.

Trainer