Oh a fun Friday

 Not having my little heater was something that bothered me more than I thought it would. My back-ache made it even less easy than usual to sleep, but I finally got some sleep with weird dreams. 

I got up at 2 and had a plan. I'd seen little heaters at Walmart for really good prices a while back. And I wanted to get another can or two of French Market coffee but it's been out of stock at my usual places. And I wanted to get some Postal Service packages out because the USPS isn't open on weekends. 

All of this would be answered by going downtown to the post office, then to this one Vietnamese market on Keyes that might have the coffee, and then to Walmart. 

So I packed the 5-6 USPS things and got out of here around 3:30. Dropped off trash and went to the post office and dropped the packages off, laughed at a screaming/ranting zombie, went down to Burger Bar and turned left, and over to Tien Thanh market. They had not only the proper coffee, defined as being in an orange can and having chicory in it, but sesame seeds and, as I reconnoitered a bit, good prices on shrimp and I discovered a while back, really good prices on meat. Dai Thanh you've got a competitor! 

Then I went over to Walmart, and sure enough, they had some neat little heaters for $12. I went over to the pharmacy and got my 2nd shingles shot so that's another thing taken care of. I told them there that if my insurance doesn't cover it, let me know and I'll pay for it. The lady said it used to be a $120 co-pay but a year or so ago they made all vaccinations free. That's Pretty Damn Cool(tm) in my book. I still want to get the hepetitus (oh fuck I can't spell it) vaccines because sad to say, hepatitus (damn) is a bit of a thing back in Hawaii. The lady said I want to consider the RSV vaccine and the pneumonia one is a consideration too. 

(When I tried ducking out of the rat-race by moving back to Hawaii in 03, I came down with a really bad flu or something and found myself wondering why the electric company was yapping at me to pay my bill, and so on. I'd kind of lost a week or two being sick. I'm 20+ years older now.)

So after the moderately painful shot (not as bad as the "yellow fever" we were told one in the Army, which I consider the gold standard; the needle felt like a pencil going in) I picked up a heater and checked out and did my old-man-bad-back walk back to the bike and saddled up and rode for home. 

Home by way of Nijiya, of course. There went the rest of my money, so to speak, after having set aside a $20 for cash-stash and the nice clean $10 I'd received in change to put in with the clean $20 for temple money, for March.