Limited by Coughing

The week was neither good nor bad, but I was still coughing pretty badly and just did not need to be around people. I recognize that I have a moral responsibility to the community at large, but I do not like having to stay home, and start feeling like a big cat in a cage, pacing back and forth. Instead of just being stuck at home I start to think I am trapped, and I don't like it at all. 

Sunday: After a seriously long, hot, shower, I dressed for the day (fashionista that I am) in sweats and a camo thermal shirt to cough my stupid head off lounge the day away. I still felt pretty bad, but the upside was I managed to finish a book between naps, coughs and sneezes, and  Paramount+ released a new episode of 1923.

Monday: I had planned on feeling much better than I did. The cough was still relentless, but I needed to get a few things from the grocery store. I double masked and made a quick trip, under ten minutes, making sure I stayed far away from other shoppers and also making sure I only touched items I was going to purchase. I was even a good Girl Scout and wiped the buggy handle (that's cart for those of you who don't speak southern) with a disinfecting wipe after returning it. I do not want to share this crap with anyone. When I got home the day was so incredibly gorgeous, I sat outside on the front steps for a while.

Tuesday: I felt much better even though I was still battling the cough. 

I sat outside and enjoyed the weather a bit, plus I got to see quite a few courting birds. I saw a couple of fights too. A pair of male cardinals were in a frenzied contest vying for the attentions of a female who sat on a branch watching the melee. I am not sure who the victor was, but I imagine some nest building will be going on shortly.

I also saw/heard a beautiful woodpecker, pecking away at the tree in my next door neighbors yard.

While I was sitting outside I took inventory of all the work we have to do to get things ready for spring. Ugh! The seriously cold spell we had did some damage to some of the plants in the yard. I hope just a shave and a haircut will be all it takes to get them looking decent, but I have a feeling the butterfly bush is toast. No matter, we will have a ton of work to do to make the yard look decent.

Wednesday: Normally I would have gone to class, but this cough was relentless. I was probably no longer contagious, but if I were one of my classmates, I would not have wanted to be in the same room with me.

I stayed home, sat outside and read for a good part of the day.

Thursday: I was still staying away from all humans with the exception of TheHub. I did have a couple of nice telephone conversations with My Beloved Sister and another friend. And I watched/mostly listened to Derry Girls. What a wonderful ensemble cast.

Friday: TheHub came home from work early and for the first time in a week I felt almost human. We ran a few errands, then went out to eat. Ok not really! We went to Culvers (a fast food place) and ate a fish sandwich and had a diet root beer, which might be the best root beer I have ever had.

Saturday: Whatever this mystery illness is, it has really worked a number on me. I have been so tired and had no energy. I was actually glad it was a rainy dreary day so we could stay at home and do virtually nothing. We read/ate/watched the Alabama -Auburn basketball game/watched a new to us series/ lather, rinse, repeat. I am more than ready to feel normal again.

Look for your joys, no matter how small. They are out there!

May all your weeds be wildflowers,

Anne