Finn and I were up in New York State to visit my family over the Easter break, and spent the majority of the time sitting, eating, and relaxing, which was lovely. Their seasons are about three weeks behind us, so it was nice to drive south toward home and watch the trees go from gray to green. All of the fields in Pennsylvania are that brilliant iridescent shade of Kelly green I remember from Ireland, and the daffodils have mostly given way to the second wave of bulbs blooming. Apparently Hazel has caught the springtime bug; because everything outside is waking up, she’s pacing the house whimpering and barking because she can smell it all and the FOLO is overwhelming.

I went to the pharmacy yesterday to continue getting current on my vaccinations; we’ve decided to get as current on as many of them as possible before any political interference might occur, knowing who the current head of HHS is. I did a two-fer of Pneumococcal and Hepatitis B, both in the left arm, and I could clearly feel the needle in my muscle both times. Today it’s more sore than usual (I didn’t feel anything after the MMR shot two weeks ago) but I’m still able to move my arm, which is a relief. And so far I don’t feel any of the side-effects that a double-whammy might have brought, even with a suppressed immune system. BRING ON THE TYPHUS.