No matter how low key your celebrations, I know they’re more festive than ours at Casa River this year. Catching Covid and having to cancel our trip derailed our holiday plans and left us too sick to care. No tree, no gifts… though I am feeling better and will cook us a nice turkey dinner with all the trimmings today.
No biggie. I’m at the age where all our grand Christmas celebrations are in the past… and that’s fine.
I did see something that made my heart swell with spirit the other day though…
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Now that’s my kind of tree topper!
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Merry Christmas dear blog friends.
Here’s hoping your home is filled with food, family, fun and if you’re really lucky…. an owl.
Enough already Covid, it’s time for you to let go.
Day 8 for me… and though for the most part I’m better… the nagging cough, nasal congestion and overwhelming fatigue persist. Housework hasn’t been done, laundry is piling up and I can’t seem to find the energy to care.
I cook, cough, eat, blow my nose, do dishes, cough, and repeat.
Husband feels about the same, just a few days behind me. They say misery loves company but at this point I’d prefer to suffer alone and have him do some chores.
So here we sit, binging the entire 5 seasons of Yellowstone because my husband never saw it. He’s always late to popular series parties… but is enjoying the ride now.
Day 6 of my Covid journey dawned with me still feeling crappy… congested, coughing and bone tired,… but I’m less foggy and brain addled so that’s progress. I even managed to feed the cat something more appropriate than Raisin Bran.
I’m gaining.
Not that there’s any rest for the weary when my husband is three days behind me on the plague meter and still in the miserable thick of it.
Having Covid is bad enough, but having to nurse someone else who has Covid while you’re still feeling its effects?
Hell.
And to top it all off, I woke up this morning with absolutely no sense of smell or taste. Nothing. Nada. This worries me, because my girlfriend lost hers for over two years and said it was truly awful.