Wednesday: summer. Friday? winter. Next Sunday, summer again. Ah, spring.

Today I spent part of the morning going through my box of meds and comparing it to what's on my 3-month scripts, to see what I'm short of and what I have extra. Then I took my annotated list to the pharmacy, where the pharmacist was remarkably patient with these shenanigans. I told myself that I was going to be good, but I decided to reward myself with iced coffee all the same. Especially given how nice and sunny it was, and the fact that it was steadily inching closer to lunchtime.

I have some more tests and things lined up, but I'm also doing a little self-imposed "writing retreat" next week, so there's something to look forward to.

We still don't know for certain whether we'll be able to have a proper Seder this year for Pesach, but I'm not feeling optimistic. The vaccination operation is going forward with remarkable efficiency, but there's also been an uptick in pregnant women being hospitalized with Covid-19, sometimes with disastrous results. And from what I hear, they're already preparing for the possibility of a twice-yearly vaccine, going forward.

We live in uncertain times.