BrownBear of Shadow

So, covidtide has now penetrated into my dreams. Last night was the first time I had mask anxiety in my dreams. I went grocery shopping this morning. That and putting the food away used up most of the morning. I made an appointment to get blood work for my upcoming yearly checkup--which has been postponed three times at the convenience of the doctor. At this point, I feel grumpily that if it's that unimportant, I might as well not go at all. However, I think I have to for Medicare, so I will. The blood draw has become annoying due to covid. In the past, I'd just waltz in to the nearby hospital lab and get it done in a trice. Now I have to find a facility that's doing blood work--the nearby one doesn't any more--and make an appointment. I had to fill out an online questionnaire and take pictures of the front and back of my insurance card and upload them to the questionnaire. It's very clever of them to figure out how to do all that remotely, but it's a lot of work for me, the patient. It rained all night. The weather has taken a turn for the chill and gloomy. I'm happy that I got a really good look at Mars off the porch roof, before the clouds came back. It was so bright! Here in cloudy western Michigan, we have to treasure our glimpses of the jewels of heaven. They appear rarely, like queens and princes stepping out on a balcony to lend their radiance for a brief moment before the curtains are drawn between us and their high festivities.