Sunrise/sunset: 06:23/ 17:33. Daylength: 11hr10min
I don’t have much to report, as you might imagine, after last week’s realisation that I had Covid.
It’s not been too awful: exhaustion was the predominant feature. There was horrible night around day eight when I woke and lay feeling breathless for an eternity, unable to raise the energy to lift my ringing head, wondering whether this was the infamous deterioration that can occur round that time. (It wasn’t. I woke in the morning feeling much the same as I had the day before.)
We didn’t get to Tromsø, and had to rearrange Andrew’s wisdom teeth appointment. It was a bit sad to miss my short break, but it did cross my mind that I will probably have top level immunity now for a few months, so any worry over getting Covid will be lifted for a while.
John joined me in the viral soup for a couple of days, but bounced back quickly. Andrew didn’t succumb at all, which is great.
Yesterday, for the first time, I had enough energy to actually want to take Triar out. He was very patient with me: I was walking as slowly as a slug. My heart was lifted half way round when a woman passed me and paused to comment on my very fine dog! How right she is!
Everything’s melting at the moment. I don’t suppose spring will be here before May, but there’s definitely a feeling that winter is coming to an end. The sound of running water in the woods and some cheerful birdsong were wonderful additions after the months of silence.
Ice that has formed over the months takes a while to melt away. Its clear edges have gone, and now there’s a blurrier look.
And as the snow melts away, you can see the layers that have formed over the winter months.
Anyway, thanks very much to all my well wishers. I’m feeling optimistic now that I might shortly be fully recovered. Onwards and upwards!
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I’m glad you are recovering. And, oh, I remember the excitement of first hearing running water again in spring!