Yesterday’s list of meetings was Interrupted by a trip to the blood bank. To make a deposit. This particular bank is actually a church, and not one I had been to before. This afforded my driver the opportunity to walk in a new neighborhood while I reclined.
I have donated before, but don’t recall the squeeze ball ever giving me the finger.
Anyway, it all came out all right, and besides feeling drained, we are back into our normal, sequestered life.
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