The feeling when . . .
. . . you’ve been sick and pretty much not functioning, and then all of the sudden the clouds seem to part and you feel like yourself again, even if this version of yourself still has a bit of gunk in the throat?
I’m stuck at home doing telehealth until tomorrow (day 7) but my COVID test is now negative, I am afebrile, and I even went running without incident this morning. Grateful to be over it.
A is better, G seems to have gotten a milder version (no fever), and the kids are back in school so they can inevitably bring another respiratory virus home. But at a least I can do my telehealth without a 5 year old popping up in the background.
The TV recs will not go to waste, though. I am adding a page to my EC Monthly with shows I now want to watch, including:
- Bad Sisters
- Derry Girls
- All Creatures Great and Small
- The Good Place
- Three Pines
- Triangle of Sadness
- Only Murders in the Building
Thank you, because several of these were not on my radar whatsoever.
Instead of watching something yesterday however I started this:
So far (~80 pages in) it is quite juicy and propulsive but I also am . . . not sure what outcome I am rooting for!
(Also, this is novel #3 for 2023 so I need to get my #*&$ books page up already! Project for Thursday afternoon I think!)
Letting Myself Off the Hook
Also, I have to say I think I did a pretty good job letting myself off the hook while sick. I didn’t track anything. I didn’t attempt to exercise. I didn’t scroll my phone (honestly, this is shocking and a big deal to me). I just . . . rested, watched TV, read, and mayyyyyybe was a bit irritable towards certain family members (sorry to anyone that might apply to!).
Here’s yesterday in my Hobonichi:
Anyway, I’m happy to be back in the land of the living.