13,481 Days Alive
1.5 Rounds Left on the Crystal Star Blanket
I got zero actual things done today. Except crocheting in the evening.
I’m still at Cleo’s for one more night as my roommate, now going by Xypher instead of Fen, hasn’t had a chance to disinfect the apartment.
I miss my Spockers. My poor kitty baby has been basically alone for the last week since Xypher was sick. Since Covid can be passed to cats, I asked them to keep distance from him whenever possible.
I’ve liked spending time with Cleo, don’t get me wrong, but this is the longest I have ever been away from Spock.
I miss my bed. My stuffed animals and wedge pillow.
I’ll be in my own bed tomorrow night.
Mentally, I’m doing okay. Physically… I’m falling apart. I’m so tired. I wonder if my anemia is acting up again. I’ve got a collection of bruises I can’t place the origin of and exhaustion that just won’t quit.
I’m so grateful for friends like Cleo who open their home to me in a time of need. I almost passed on the offer, because I was sure I could avoid getting sick. But I’m glad I didn’t.
I’m going to go run through the shower and crawl into bed.
Take your meds, folks.