Quarantine

After dodging it for almost three years, I’ve got COVID. I’m not too bad: head cold, dry cough, fever, and (most annoyingly) a headache that just won’t go away. So much for getting back oot ‘n aboot – took less than 24 hours to break that resolution.

I’m very lucky; things could be much worse. The dog walker very kindly fit Scout into her schedule again, I had recently stocked the fridge and pantry, and I have a stack of books from Christmas that I haven’t read.

Being sick in a cold house does have its problems, but I’ve even been able to work around them. My ‘lounging around on the sofa with mug after mug of hot tea or hot water with lemon outfit’ is: thermal underwear, two pairs of socks, a t-shirt, a sweater, leggings, a hoodie, and a scarf. And slippers. Plus a pillow & blanket on the sofa. When I’m about to head into the kitchen (mostly making soups – I am awash in liquids these days), I will turn the oven on to 400°F/200°C, then after a few minutes, turn off the element, and open the oven door. It warms the kitchen nicely.

In the words of Gloria Gaynor, I will survive.