A Break to the End?
Last night I slept another nine hours. That after resting a good part of yesterday. Playing with covid is tiring work. It’s been the hardest thing for me so far. For that I’m thankful. But when I’m used to sleeping 6-7 hours a night and having some energy, this additional downtime is a real killer.
The good news is that I woke up without a fever. Hallelujah. I did have a headache this morning, but a little Tylenol and it went away.
I have tried to use the time that I am not resting for some productivity, but that’s more wishful hoping than reality. I have done some work cleaning out emails and organizing research. I just hope when my brain is less foggy, I don’t discover I erased or lost data or files I need.
I have read more than usual even if it’s slowly and between naps. I might even finish a novel today that I started less than a week ago. I have also read a couple of academic papers for reviews for others. In the fog I am in, I’m sure my insights will be about as accurate as a two year old with crayons.
Speaking of two-year-olds, I did get to be involved with my grandson’s birthday over a video chat. Of course, we both enjoyed it. My son had taken and set up the projector so that Papa’s face was big and on the garage wall. My grandson and his sister thought that was neat. He showed me his presents in the bags before they were opened. He also wanted to get up close to the giant Papa picture so my son kept having to readjust the phone to follow him. I missed going to the party in person, but the experience was kind of neat.
Last night my wife and I watched our Memphis Tigers win at home on separate TVs. We talked during timeouts, halftime, and after the game. It is good to see the team looking good early in the season. Maybe a better seeding this year and a chance to make it a little further in the tournament. But that is a long way off.
So all in all, I think I am rounding the corner on my personal covid adventure. Hopefully, that adventure comes to an end soon. Then it will be on to the next phase – recovering and hoping that it won’t take too long before I’m back to my old crazy self. I’m sure my wife is wondering if that’s better or not.
Once again and as always, I will continue to choose joy. Of course, with the improvement of my health, it is easier, but again, circumstances should never dictate the choice of joy.
Note: also posted at Covid with Lime.