Some days...

I am generally so very impressed with how Linnea manages to adult. She truly does a decent job at it, and even more so when you consider the learning issues.

And then...

It took 10 days to get an appointment for her vaccines. She went today. And only got the flu vaccine.

Why didn't she get the covid booster? Because she could not remember the name, and because the map I sent showed flu prevalence. Even though I've been telling them to schedule both at the same time.

Why the eff didn't the pharmacist at least ask, sigh? I mean, when I snagged the walk in appointment at Costco, I asked for Covid, and she immediately followed up with "do you need a flu shot as well?" even before I could ask.

So now she has to try to schedule another appointment. She leaves next Monday for Baton Rouge. :( UGH. I'm really pissed with both her and Perry for totally neglecting this, despite numerous reminders.

And Perry has done zip about either vaccine. I'd tell him he can't come home without them, but he'd just wallow in total misery in Bellingham.

So long, Wordle streak.

The New York Times employees are going on strike all day tomorrow, Thursday.

All day.

Which means, since I will not cross a picket line, virtual or not, no Wordle.

Which means, WAH, breaking a streak that lasted since we got back from Europe (for some reason, something happened when my computer did the Time Zone Dance and things were re-set). 66 days, not our longest, but oh well.

The only part of this that makes me sad? Since the streak started the day after we got back, it's been kinda a time pacer for me. A month since we left Europe. Two months since...

Ah well.