I’m glad I’m (almost) well again. And I’ve now eaten some T-day foods, so I’m satisfied with the holiday week, if not with the holiday itself, or the several days before it when whatever-that-was and my immune system battled inside me. I still have coughing spells. I’m still not bursting with energy (was it only last Monday that I walked/ran in stretches for a couple of miles on the 80 acres? Yes.) But I’m mostly well, and each day’s better than the one before, so I expect full recovery pretty quickly. Today was cold and rainy, but…turkey & gravy, a favorite if it’s home-baked and hot on a cold dank day.
So my thankfulness today was largely that I didn’t feel like I felt Monday night, Tuesday, Wednesday, and part of Thursday. No, I don’t know what it was. So far, R- hasn’t shown any symptoms of it, and by the timing I had (from my last excursion into the world, the trip to buy running shoes and change out cellphones) , if he was going to catch it from me, it should’ve shown up by now. So our in-home social distancing seems to have worked, and being together in a closed car (weather) for a total of at least an hour (counting both ways) hauling me someplace to be tested would have been stupid (something we decided as I started feeling sick on Monday evening.)
By the end of the week I expect to be back on the trail(s) working off today’s indulgences and whatever dietary errors I made while sick. Yay!