number 9, number 9

After work yesterday I drove over the hill and went to Starbucks. I bought my usual ‘grande’ drip, and a pound of ‘Italian Roast,’ which I asked to be ground on the number 9 setting. At my two-person round table by the entry/exit door I looked at notes I’ve been scribbling about changes in my life, long lists of really important things that need to be done. Like “take a few deep-breaths” things. So I took a piece of scrap paper and made a short list to get started today.

When I left Starbucks I drove Rosecrans over to the Kaiser medical center where I had a tetanus shot in my left arm and a shingles shot in my right. I wasn’t factoring in both arms hanging rather uselessly when I made that short list. I did take into account that today’s the first of three days of my strike support at the hospital where I’d otherwise be working – like crashing in the ill chair all day if necessary. Good thing most of the Wednesday list involves no machine more complicated or physical than the cell phone and this keyboard.

It’s good to know I won’t be getting shingles these next few months. There’s not a lot I know beyond that.