Laid low

I caught the cold from Violet and got sick two days after my last post. I spent the weekend in bed and struggled through the week, lying down to read and watch the Great British Bake Off and sleeping as much as possible. Almost 10 days later, I'm still coughing a bit and feeling tired. This month was supposed to be a time for us to get our act together but it has been plagued with illness. Now it's Purim and we're celebrating DH's birthday and I feel more behind than ever. When I was sick, I felt no anxiety at all. As I got better, the tigers returned. Interesting that everything slows down, brain and body. I should say that I tested negative for COVID and had no fever or body aches so I think it was just a head cold. First in years. Do not recommend. I imagine it's harder when one is older.

This week, I'm going into the office! I need to find something to wear and remember how to get on the T. I hope I'm fully recovered by then. I walked to Coolidge Corner yesterday and it wiped me out.