I haven't done anything but sack out on the couch, work a bit, eat, do the dishes, and laundry, and sleep. I was extremely fortunate. My symptoms were manageable and I didn't need to go to the hospital or see a doctor. But while many of the symptoms are the same, their magnitude is not. This thing is no joke.
I haven't been in the studio, and I haven't even read anything more substantial than the news on my phone. And I've been in bed by 9 PM each night.
(Yes of course I followed "l'affaire Djokovic.")
While news about ME is nothing special, news about my family is. My 89 year old dad had surgery on Wednesday to remove a tumor from his colon. That was successful, and now he is recovering. All I know is he did not need a colostomy. No news on whether the tumor is cancerous yet.
My sister slipped and fell on the ice Tuesday night. She broke her leg, and badly. (It was her femur, and needed a metal rod inserted to fix the break.) Why was she out? Because her washing machine had broken and she was bringing her laundry the neighbor's.
Be careful out there, everybody.
