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So I go for my second jab tomorrow, and J keeps telling me about all the people he knows who had reactions to it. sigh. I don't care. The way that other people's immune systems reacts to a vaccine has no effect on how mine does. I don't care, really I don't. (OK, I care in that people I know were made uncomfortable by their second jab, but it makes no difference to how I will react to it.) Why do you do this? I've already told you at least twice that I do't care. Just because you can't think of anything else to talk about....

And, of course, it's supposed to snow overnight. Actually, it's snowing now, but not accumulating, but they tell us that that will change overnight, and are predicting a couple of inches of accumulation. My appointment is in the afternoon, so I expect that the roads will be mostly clear of accidents by then. I do have a couple of things that I need to pick up while I'm out which require going into A2 proper, so that may be more interesting.

Got the last article for the newsletter 30 minutes *after* I'd sent off the first draft for proofreading, four days after the deadline. grumble. There's no excuse for that. I told the managing editor when she asked that I'd probably be able to fit it in, but made no guarantee. I'll need to print it all out and do the layout the old-fashioned way. I was hoping to keep the newsletter to 10 pages this time around, but with the late article don't think I'll be able to. :(