Two years ago this month (January 8, 2020), we said goodbye to our sweet Max. I can’t believe it’s been that long already. Yet so many things have happened to our world the past two years that it seems like enough for ten years instead of two.
I have a covid story to tell.
This was a frightening experience for me, and I’m emotional as I type this out.
In the first part of this blog post, I’m going to share my experience with having covid-19, and how I caught it. This will be much longer than my usual.
As I write this, my emotions are running high. I’m trying to stop and think more clearly . . . figure out how to settle these emotions down.
Over the weekend we were hoping to get some of that disinfecting UV light, but Saturday it rained all day. My brand new tulips enjoyed it though.
I probably shouldn’t confess this out on a public forum, but here we go anyway . . .
So, what’s new with you readers? Is there anything happening out there in the world? There’s nothing to talk about. I mean, life is so dull lately. Nothing is happening.
What’s that you say? There IS something happening? How did I miss it?
What did you think when you read the title of this blog? Did your mind go to the notorious virus that the media is exploiting? Maybe you just thought I caught a football, but I’d understand if you thought the former. Continue reading “Caught It”
So, I had a different post scheduled for today, but changed my mind. The post I wanted to put up was much cheerier, and I’m not in a cheery mood. Yeah, I’m crabby today. Have I scared you off yet?
Continue reading “The Ritual Cure”
Have you ever seen one of those movie scenes where a person is suffering from a serious virus and they are delirious in bed? They’re sweating it out, shaking, mumbling, tossing and turning?
That’s what’s great about the internet, you can’t catch my germs as we communicate.