Low grade fever yesterday, gone today as shown above. Snuck up on me with a cough and sore throat, listless, unable to focus even to watch a 90’s crime drama on BritBox. Ministered to by Tracy and multiple cats and Ruby, slept until almost noon, bowls of blueberries and peach slices laboriously freed from pits by Tracy, showered and shaved and managed to get through half the road-course NASCAR race at Indy before a nap, feeling more myself by the hour.
So that’s where I’ve been since Friday. Back at it tomorrow if the recovery holds. Don’t worry. I’m in very good hands and paws.
Covid is making it’s rounds again.
Arrgh. You get better, boy.