booster

I walked over to the SE Health Center this afternoon to get my second booster. It was easy-peasy, though I did have to wait for ten minutes behind a woman who was having trouble communicating with the young man at the sign-in table. Eventually, another woman volunteered to translate and that moved things along. 

As the young man was signing me in, I noticed a Jordan Peterson book -- 12 Rules of . . . something or other -- sitting next to his laptop. Couldn't help but mention it. He looked surprised and maybe a bit sheepish -- hard to tell what with the mask. He told me that he is a fan and asked if I'd read any Peterson. I said I didn't really think he was writing for me, a woman, and the young man nodded, smiling. 

The nurse who administered my shot was effortlessly friendly -- the kind of person who could probably talk to anyone. She also gave me the most painless shot ever, perhaps because her friendless was so relaxing. I sat in a folding chair for 15 minutes, flapping my arm around to minimize the soreness, half listening to my nurse chatting with her next patient.