Third and last shot?

For the record ...

This morning I received the third of my Moderna vaccine injections and let's hope that's it, to keep me safe from Covid, which as far as I know I have never yet caught. 

I enjoyed my early half hour walk into town, a slightly further route than my normal beat these days, with the sun trying to shine through light flurries of snowflakes on a more or less deserted city. NCC employees were removing the Christmas decorations from the lampposts on Sparks Street which reminds me that I ought to un-decorate my Christmas tree at home, today, now that Twelfth Night has come and gone.

My appointment was at the drug store in the basement of "240 Sparks" a government office building that used to be crowded with civil servants on their way to and from work; an empty place today. There was no delay at my appointment other than to wait my turn after a lady who was about to receive her shot as I arrived. The pharmacist kindly treated me to a mere half-dose, although my age (though not by much) should have meant getting the full third dose. In her opinion, since I had "reacted" to the first two doses (April 13 and July 6 last year) in an obvious way, this meant that my immune system was obviously in good working order and the smaller vaccine boost would be sufficient for me.

Celebrating with a flat white take-out coffee from Bridgehead on the way back I crossed paths with Chris at the market who had been in another part of town, taking the car for a software update (another sort of booster service), and coming home by train.