Up early this morning to give blood at the Red Cross. I was rather glad to have the excuse to get up, get clean and get out of the house. Saturday mornings are generally an excuse for me to sleep in and lay around the house unwashed until hunger or boredom drives me to attend to my personal hygiene and venture out into the world.
Red Cross calls me every 60 days or so to remind me that I am once again eligible to spill my precious life’s fluid for the betterment of humanity. They always claim that my particular blood-type (A-) is running low. I suspect that all blood-types are running low, but they claim a particular need for my blood-type. I like to kid myself that A-negative is some kind of exotic, rare blood-type that is only found in maybe 1 percent of the population. I suspect it might be my competitive nature, a “my blood is rarer than yours” type of thing. I find myself competing against others in almost everything I do.
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