14,362 Days Alive
47 Minutes Spent in Therapy
I’ve got the first repeat of the newest blanket I’m working on done. It’s the display photo of tonight’s post. I managed to keep the pattern correct from memory while in therapy today.
I am craving both garlic bread and grilled cheese. Maybe that will be dinner tomorrow? I do love a good garlic bread grilled cheese.
I’m still recovering from Covid. It sucks rocks. (No, Chelé, not a typo.) Just sucks rocks. Not even yummy rocks like salt. I’m so easily winded right now. I hate the stairs at the house. It’s only fourteen steps to the second floor, but damn does it knock me out if I do it a few times back to back.
Going back to work was tolerable today. I did okay. Not as well as metrics, but I’m still actively feeling unwell so I’m being gentle with myself. I’m masked up at work and in the common areas at home still. Goddess bless Mac with not catching my plague.
I’m so glad I have the weighted blanket, though. A fucking week with no physical contact honestly makes me feel wretched. Mac can’t hug me till I test clear. And I only have one Covid test left, so I don’t want to test while I still have slight symptoms. This runny nose won’t go away. I might have to miss Pathfinder/Magic playing this week if I don’t test negative by Friday. It’s disappointing but better playing it safe rather than making other people, especially friends, sick.
I’m off to crochet some more before bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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