OK, this is getting ridiculous. As of today, I am NOT listening to my body anymore, because all it has wanted to do is sleep for 10 days.
Nearly everybody I know and love is down with something — not all of it COVID, thankfully! — and I have had the absolute fewest, least worrisome symptoms of any of them. My only symptoms have been the tiniest bit of congestion (not in my chest at all) and an overwhelming feeling of the need to sleep pretty much non-stop, plus some brain fog. I tested positive for COVID last Wednesday after Lisa confirmed she tested positive and called to tell me so.
No one in NZ has COVID, of the people we were with, so we caught it on the plane, I’m pretty sure.
It’s 2 a.m. now and I am feeling so slept out that I think I’m finally — finally — back to my old tricks: hitting the hay early and then getting up at o dark thirty to piddle around and write while most of the people in my life are still fast asleep. I hope this is the turning point. I’m damed tired of feeling too damned tired to do much of anything!
I did manage to spring-clean the goat shed one day last week during a brief bout of “hallelujah” energy. I thought I’d just do a little until my energy ran out that day, but it didn’t run out until I finished the job. Of course, then I took a long nap afterward!
Other than that, I’ve been vegging with my goats, collecting eggs, writing blog posts, and sleeping with one, two, or all three cats atop me on the recliner. I’ve taken four or five showers since getting back. The first ones took stamina I didn’t possess; now they’re easy again. COVID did weaken me, but not in a dangerous way, just in an energy-deficit way. I’m well-boosted and have Pneumovax, RSV and flu shots aboard, too, so that’s why I got through this as well as I have.
Today I plan to stay awake all day long for the first time since getting home
We’ll see how that goes.
VIRUSES ARE EVERYWHERE RIGHT NOW
People who didn’t want to miss Easter services missed them. Families from different households are steering clear of each other. All of which is wise, but no fun during this time of year because spring time is usually the time to start gathering, frolicking, and doing fun stuff together again.
I happen to be all frolicked out for the foreseeable future, so I’m good, but I know that very few others are.
BROUGHT IN OUR WILD-GROWING DAFFODILS TWO DAYS AGO TO OFFER A LIFT
I hacked my way into a blackberry bramble to get to a patch of daffodils that bloom in a spot beyond our back yard every year so I could bring them in to cheer up Jackie’s abode for her. She doesn’t have COVID (according to the home tests she has taken) but she has something that has her feeling like crap. So, we’ve been two sorry-looking siblings, for sure, wearing masks to make sure we don’t give each other our separate maladies.
To top it off, her pup Hope was feeling puny for several days, too. She switched dog food on her abruptly, which gave her a tummy ache and diarrhea. Hope has finally bounced back, but it was a worrisime few days.
The Smith Infirmary is finally, slowly, getting back to normal. It will feel great to feel good again.
I’m determined to make today Day 1 of my resurrection, personally. No more self-coddling. It’s time to buck up and move beyond!
I still have one remaining fudge brownie plus a quarter bag of Ghirardelli’s chocolate from the McCrane clan to pave the way, so that’s great incentive! The Easter Bunny bypassed me this year, but the McCrane’s didn’t! May God bless your socks off, Ian, BarbieSue, Hannah, Meghan and Abbie!
