We had a high of 92 F (33.3 c)(!) on the 17th, a high of 88 F (31.1 C) on the 22nd, a high of 61 F (16.1 C) yesterday and, ya’ll, our high today was 28 Fricking degrees! (-2.2 C!) Our lowest low since summer was Saturday night, which was right at freezing — until today. A while ago, my arms were feeling cold and when I looked over at the clock by my computer desk (one of those fancy day, date, time and temp jobs), it read 66 F degrees! (18.8 C) To be fair, all I was wearing was this long-sleeved, ankle-length flannel “leisure dress” and a lap robe, but I have since added a flannel vest and a pair of half-handers.
I’d put my little twin size fleece blanket on top of my bedspread, and had been using it on and off for a couple of weeks now because nights had been getting down into the 40’s F (4+ C) occasionally, but I only actually switched the HVAC unit over from AC to heat yesterday because I knew it was going to be downright cold today. (I surfaced briefly from sleep at about 3 a.m. last night, heard the whoomph of the gas jet that presages the heater actually coming on, which was followed shortly thereafter by first-use heater stink as the gas jet burns off all the dust that’s collected on it over the summer.) Now I’ve got socks on and my baffies on over them. And not to put too fine a point on it, our current humidity is a whopping 97% (yearly average here is around 44.5%), which is probably why it feels colder than the proverbial wedge.
I suppose I shouldn’t whinge about the weather. Winter storm Billy is dumping feet of snow all over the Rockies (as bone dry as it’s been this year, they’re probably breaking out the champagne!). Still, the weatherbeans say the flatlands could get 2-4 inches of snow out of the current meteorological shenanigans. A hurricane named Zeta (which means we’ve officially gone through the hurricane alphabet twice! this year), and a winter storm named Billy are happening at the same time, and there are still people who say climate change is not a real thing. Of course, there are still people who insist the Earth is flat.
Because of COVID19 and the government mandated social distancing policy, the VA changed the format of its annual walk-in flu shot clinic to a “drive-by” clinic, which was held Thursday week ago. (Only in America. . .) It was from 3 p.m. to 6 p.m. I got there at quarter after 3, and there was already a line of cars. I tried to find the end of the line, only to discover that it went up the street, around the corner, up another street, around another corner and up another street for least three intersections! That was when I said, to heck with it, gave up and went to Market Street to get one.
Market Street is not your grandma’s grocery store. We’re talking one-stop-shop here: They have an in-store pharmacy, an in-store bakery, an in-store cafeteria, an in-store sushi-teria, and an in-store Starbucks. You can cash checks, pay your utility bills, get your car registration sticker, buy gas and vote there — and they deliver! The pharmacists give flu shots, and they accept most forms of medical insurance including Medicare.
Upon inquiring at the pharmacy, however, I was informed that they were all out of the plain-vanilla 3-valent regular-strength flu vaccine, which is the kind I usually get. All they had was the heavy duty 4-valent industrial strength vaccine. I decided to go for it. (At this stage of the game, I’ll take all the immunity I can get.) The little pharmacy clerk warbles, “There will be an approximately 25-minute wait while we process the paperwork. If you’ll give us your cell number, we’ll call you.” Well, I hadn’t yet done my grocery shopping for the month, and since I was already there . . . . So yrs trly gave her my cell phone number, fished my cell phone out of my purse, dredged up the matching ear buds, connected same, put the cellphone in my pocket, the earbuds in my ears, grabbed a freshly-sanitized-for-my-protection shopping cart, and headed off into the store. (I might add in passing, that was the last significant Samsung Galaxy event.) Five bags of groceries and an armful of flu vaccine later, I was on my way home again, home again, jiggity jig.
The new case for the iPhone came the next day and I ported my number to the new phone. I have been iphoning for over a week now, and have since discovered yet another moue-provoking feature of the iPhone. It uses the same jack for both the charge cord and the earbuds, so I can’t listen to music with the iPhone on charger so as not to run the battery down like I did on the Galaxy. Unless I buy a wirele$$ charger, that is. Sigh!