Breathing Interrupted

It has been a few days since we got the furniture delivered, and the unpacking of boxes begun as part of stage three of the move. The move was a real test of our energy levels, so we had to back off and work more slowly. Even so our energy dwindled. A “canned” Covid test indicated we had picked up the virus again, which put the brakes on most activity. Ultimately, my case forced me to the emergency room for several hours. In addition to Covid, I probably have pneumonia.

 We have had to back down to survival mode, unpacking has taken a backseat to just getting by for a bit. We each have a soup-bowl of pills to take with our meals. There are times when our coughing could be mistaken for a herd of sealions at the coast.

Being retired, our plans are not affected; tomorrow works as well as today for getting moved in. Granted, we look a bit like ma and pa Kettle around here just now but, given time the look is just the new norm.

We are prone to revert to comfort mode to pass the time: books, 40’s music, a thick hamburger soup, warm corn bread. We stay in flannels all day and nurse hot drinks. We have a puzzle on the table and both of us stop by now and then to hunt for pieces. We take care of ourselves and each other without a lot of self-pity. In a day or two we will be ready to continue moving into the house again.

We do our best to breathe.

Blessings.

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