Feeling sluggish today, but had a nice break by going into the office. Two years ago I never would have thought going to the office for work would be considered a break. I’m grateful that my employer feeds us, although the endless snacks and drinks can be dangerous for the body. I’m also grateful that I get to take home some leftovers—as is Hubby. I’ve become quite adept at operating the barista machine and making myself a decaf cappuccino twice a week. I’m beginning to see more and more people, even though coming in is entirely voluntary for at least another six weeks. I know one person who comes in every day.

In celebration of Health Care Coordinators Day, the FDA approved the coronavirus vaccine, and come next month, anyone who wants to come into a building my employer owns must have one. It’s caused quite a stir. A few weeks ago I was more sympathetic toward those who were choosing not to vaccinate (and not for valid medical reasons), but I’m leaning toward supporting the mandates. I don’t want to see people punished, but I do believe access to services, such as admission to restaurants and events, should be limited to the vaccinated. It’s not a government conspiracy or a Bill Gates fake-out, yet people will believe what they want.

On the way home I stopped by my sister’s house to drop something off and walked away with a couple of bags full of mushrooms from Kennet Square, PA, the Mushroom Capital of the World. I see soup and a mushroom tart in our near future.

After a week of rain, we’re in for more heat and humidity. August isn’t finished with the Midatlantic yet. But the good news is I am back to normal walking with only the slightest twinge in ye old chipped ankle bone, while Hubby has declared himself pain-free as well. Those plantar warts of his seemed to have been replaced by large callouses, so says the foot and ankle orthopedist. Therefore, treating them with the old acid-and-scrape regimen for the past several months may have been a wasted effort—a painful one. Hard to know who has the correct diagnosis: the orthopedist or the podiatrist? According the former, the warts have gone away and custom shoes are called for. Cue the shrugging of shoulders.