Bright and sunny today in Ottawa. Whatever ails me continues, and the side-effects of the asthma drugs (which keep the cough down) don't help; I'm twitchy until at least noon. I had a bronchospasm last night while minding my own business in the comfy chair in front of the TV, so I'll not let up on the dope for a while.

I'm scheduled for a flu shot this afternoon, and I'll take it however sneezly I feel, or seem to the person behind the needle. They're usually very nosy about one's health at such moments, not least (I think) because a person with a cold will blame his or her wretchedness on the serum or the injector. I don't expect to enjoy the experience, but I won't say nuthin' to nobody.

Lately, pharmacy staff are delivering such preventive medical services in Ontario. During the pandemic, the needle was always wielded by an actual pharmacist, if not an MD or RN, but lately the function has been taken over by support staff. I don't much care who does it as long as their hands are steady and they do the entire procedure from hand-washing to needle disposition where I can see what they're up to.

I must make a list before I sally forth. I don't remember details as I used to, and I'm fated to forget the one important thing I promised myself I would do if it's not on a list and the list isn't in my pocket.