Immune system boosted, and bolstered

Immune system boosted, and bolstered... to build better back me analogous to hatches being battened down courtesy COVID-19 12+ (Pfizer only) and Flu Vaccine (65+) October 31, 2024, which found me convalescing one day later with minor aches and pains remedied with acetaminophen. More than 1 million people died from COVID-19 in the US since the virus first emerged in Wuhan, China in December 2019. On March 11, 2020, the World Health Organization characterized the outbreak as a pandemic. Now approaching the fourth year anniversary, the availability of effective inoculations offers blessed intervention to mitigate serious complications. I (unlike the missus) no longer don a mask, nevertheless wash hands frequently as a reasonable precaution to maintain health of body, mind and spirit triage. While stayin' alive at sixty five, (people passing me right and left along the boulevard of broken dreams) I try to be proactive toward mental, physical, and spiritual wellness, whether spending leisure hours engaged with efforts that exercise the, body, mind, and spirit triage abstaining from watching television versus reading one among a small number of magazines or becoming engrossed courtesy well written book. I also try my hand crafting a poem linkedin to some significance regarding particular present date shown by the calendar usually an event that impacted and affected me to become calm, cool, and collected or irate for better or worse my mental, physical, or spiritual state. When emotionally, physically, or spiritually unwell, when nada one iota of bliss prevails toward favorite activity such as: kickstarting hairbrain scheme to get rich quick painting the town red, underwater basket weaving (or other idioms pejoratively used to describe college courses considered to be useless or absurd. I tout resting and becoming comfortably numb (while listening to white noise issuing from a fan or heater, which whirring or humming sound frequently nudges me into deep sleep with nary a hitch) if general malaise pervades thru these lovely bones, which actually scream out for exertion (and no excuse exists since getting a smart haircut going on a couple months already, and making cleanliness next to the closest approximation an atheist can attain of godliness) cuz I knew my slovenly appearance (a passive aggressive silent rebel yell against the establishment - mainly the liberal strictures of my father and mother) would be a deterrent within a social situation.