So, what does that mean? It means while I was away in France and Italy, I purchased a lot of postcards. My intention was to use them. But, I might add, I’m grateful it was hard to find post offices. Which means, I’m also happy not to be stuck with unusable stamps from France and Italy. All this to say, a lot’s happened between September 22,when I left and since I returned home October 4th. And why words wait to fill the blank halves of those postcards.
When I’m less fuzzy headed I’ll write about those amazing days. But, just so you’re not wondering where or if I am, I’m writing a brief blog. Brief because I have the energy of a snail or sloth. And because I returned home to Covid.
Yes, even though I am vaccinated and double boosted, the bug bit me Wednesday October 5th. It’s nasty but, hopefully, because I’m on a five day regimen of Paxlovid, which I started October 6th, the drug will make the bug sorry and give up. Well, it actually doesn’t say that in the find print. But that’s part of my hope, as well as lowering the chance I’ll need a bed in a nearby hospital or worse. And that IS one of the drug’s benefits.
So to update, I’m moving up the feeling better scale. I feel overwhelming love from family, friends, Gordon colleagues ,my bookend neighbors and Christ Church. And so grateful to isolate at home, crawl into my own bed and appreciate life in between coughing fits, lethargy (could be jet lag)nose blowing,some unmentionables and the metallic taste from Paxlovid. Small price to pay.
Postcards can wait.
Life, not so much.
P.S. I promise to write again soon.
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