Well it has been the week from hell- make no mistake! ( And I had just remarked how happy I was and how "things" seemed to be humming along. Dangerous, that!) Maybe it's drawing to a close and I can soon cease to suspect that some bad juju had come to call. It was hot as hell, too, thereby making all the misery all the more miserable.
I'm not going to dwell on all the stupid bad stuff that happened except to give a quick update: I got COVID, Bob got COVIDand Robin the Good had major emergency surgery. Lordy.
Hence the guest appearance by Robin as Donut Dog. I bought her this attractive, plush (suitable for the princess she is!) plastic cone-of-shame alternative as I could not imagine her struggling through the house in that crazy plastic Elizabethan collar. She got used to it pretty quick, although I'm sure she'll be glad to be rid of it!
Anyway, I think I'm over my COVID bout, despite a couple of small residual reminders. I feel pretty good. Bob is in early stage but he seems to have missed the worst of the headache/dizziness aspects that I endured. But he's got the cough! Our first episode... a friend blithely informed me that he's had COVID like 3 times. Yowzah! I don't want that! Once was enough.
So we're on the mend but running out- masked- to do some errands, my car's maintenance light came on (automotive COVID?! No just wants an oil change). Anything else? How about I got a summons to jury duty!! Stop!! I need a vacation.
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