to the morale, that exhilarating cycle through 7.30am Dublin, with the clear, crisp, bright moon in the clear, crisp, cold morning sky. Jeez, it felt good to be alive.
to the immune system, that mRNA top up to my Astra Zeneca cocktail, like a fine rare dram after a couple of pints of stout. Feeling perhaps a touch drowsier than usual. Won't be long going to bed. Jeez, it feels good to be alive.