Boosted for the third time ...

 It's been six months since I had Covid, which meant I'd come due for a Covid booster.

My third, not counting the two initial doses of Astra Zeneca. 

It's important to remember that despite it sometimes seeming that we are in a collective denial that the whole pandemic thing ever happened, Covid is still out there, and just as with the flu, it's generally a good idea to keep your immunity up.

Basically, it's stupid not to, especially with there being new variants about.

All the big government vaccination centres have long since closed as part of the normalisation process, so I had my shot at the local pharmacy, just as I did for my flu shots.

The process was much the same as well, fill out the release form, chat to the person giving you your shot and then spend quarter  of an hour with the dogfood tablet reading about Florence Dixie in Patagonia, while they wait to see if you turn green.

(I actually got so absorbed that they had to remind me when my time was up, but that's another story)

I didn't turn green, and while I do feel ever so slightly weird it's no worse than the flu shot earlier this year.