Recouping

I must ask your indulgence for the next few days.

We are not as well as I indicated in my last post. we are still short of breath with any exertion; coughing continues but is one day loose, the next day tight. We are both without fever but have zero energy to do much.

The apartment is a mess, and I could care less. The fruit fly epidemic is less as I spent the better part of an hour yesterday trying to kill the wee buggers. Just when I thought it was safe, I picked up the original bag of yuck, which I had triple bagged, and tied up, the whole thing was surrounded by thousands of the flies. Yes, I should have taken it downstairs, to the garbage bins, but seriously, I didn’t have the energy. I just set it on top of the bucket of cans needing to be crushed, and recycled. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

As I said, the next hour was spent in a search, and destroy mode. Actually didn’t need to do much searching, just destroying. Any idea how difficult it is to get rid of that many tiny flies? I didn’t either. Until yesterday.

Today, the bag is bagged, the buckets covered with damp towels, and we are going to nap. Again. I don’t know if this is CoVid, but I’m betting it is. I have had it 2 full weeks, and still have a head full of snot, and a chest full of it, too. And, Ivan; I have never heard him cough this much in all of our lives together. His voice is so deep it rumbles.

I’ll post when I can. Don’t worry if you don’t read anything for a few days at a time. Really, we are worn out.

Stay happy, healthy, and safe. Wash, cover, and protect yourselves.

Martha, I am going to wish you a very happy birthday now, though it is 2 days early. I will be thinking of you on Tuesday, just not posting about it then. Love you sister mine.