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4/25/2021
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Get Yourself Free

Hello Readers, I apologize for not being talkative the last few months. I have been staying in and keeping to my routine. No excitement. No big events. Then in April, I got THE SHOT.

I am proud to say that I am one of the 999,999 in a million who got a J&J one-and-done shot and did not need hospitalization for blood clots. For once, I am grateful for not being one in a million. Yes, I am not exceptional. I am not a bright star in vastness of space. I'm a piece of space junk hurtling around in the dark. Actually, I like that idea. I can just float away with the rest of the garbage. Oh, and yes, I have achieved full immunity. Woohoo! Sunshine Jen lives.

If you are one of the exceptional with post-shot problems, you have my sympathy and best wishes. I can imagine going through the anxiety and stress of a global pandemic, and it's the vaccine shot that takes you down. Damn! So close!

Also, this month, I turned fifty. I am feeling pretty darn good at fifty. When I turned forty, I celebrated on this blog with beer and words. At forty, my attitude was, fuck it, I'm forty. When I turned thirty, I was all about the glitter and sparkle. When I turned twenty, I was serious, serious, serious. When I was ten, I was watching real Star Wars on RCA video disc. Now at fifty, I'm like, okay, let's get on with it.

I don't know if it's common for folks turning fifty, but I have the Paul Simon song, Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover, playing in my head. Just drop off the key, Lee, and get yourself free.

Do I have any wisdom that comes with my fifty years? No, not really, at least none that I'm willing to share right now.


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