Got my Pfizer booster on December 23rd, took my wife to lunch, worked out later, showered, and went to bed feeling like a million bucks. Then, an hour later, I woke up feeling like I had been used as a piñata by the young Mike Tyson, Andre the Giant, and Barry Bonds. :covri: I think I died on the 24th or something like that, but then I woke up on Christmas morning feeling like a million bucks again. I don’t care what anyone says, I am a freaking Avenger. :mad: