The point of the poke is to keep those who partake from getting so ill as to be hospitalized. Putting it kindly means wearing masks as uncomfortable as that is. Probably if those who refused to wear them wore them, we could do a lot better by now. Pretending you are invincible is adolescent. And even still, you might just be. But you might be a carrier. What will you feel when a loved one dies because of your pretense? When my grandparents and parents got to the point of lower immunity, I refused to take my children or myself near them if we had the slightest sore throat or cough. Even if I knew it was allergies, I didn’t want to think that my carelessness would cause them pneumonia or other health problems. That was 40 years ago; no plague or pandemic. So that’s my story about that, and I’m sticking to it. And, by the way, if masks didn’t work, why has the flu spread far less this year. I know that isn’t COVID19, but we are all healthier from the flu by covering our mouths, just like when you sneeze or cough. Please, let’s be polite!
The shot was a minor prick of the skin. My bubble and I can claim our second and feel we are safer from the pretenders. Still, we will wear our masks for the rest of you as we try to find a healthier world and work our way back to wealth with more finding work, and playtime will come soon.
I will go edit Pandamapocalypse. I will post tomorrow a word count. I know that this second shot can cause the yuckies for a bit, so I wanted to blog pre-midnight. So far, though, nothing affecting any of us. No headache or upset stomach or anything.
Darswords 
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