A Cold Christmas AGAIN

Not sure if it's a cold or a covid - feels like it could be the latter - feels like it felt last year - but whichever it is I caught something!

Just in time for the festivities.

A couple days earlier compared to last year at least, so maybe I can recoup a bit before the grand day.

We had dinner at work this year too, last week, though at a high-end Vegan restaurant (Herman's) rather than at the office this time, and we had our 'Little Christmas' with a few relatives last weekend, as per tradition.

One relative didn't want to shake hands, she'd had Covid recently, though was sure she wasn't contagious any longer. The hostess that ran around with a facemask last year - and apparently had something then - ran around with hand sanitizer this year instead, and she seemed healthy.

Everyone seemed healthy there. They seemed healthy at work too.

I do however commute these days since I unfortunately have no car, and on those trains there is always someone coughing. In the distance albeit, but aerosols stay in the air all day, so what does that really matter.

I'm assuming I caught this during the last commute.

Was tired too. Didn't get the shut-eye I usually do since I'm reading a book, and it's too good to leave be. The Testament, by John Grisham. It's about an heir, lawyers, an alcoholic, a family of leeches and eleven billion.

It had me hooked from the first page, and I'm reminded that all other things I've been reading recently aren't really good reading material at all, even if the previous author I stumbled onto was supposedly considered 'The Master' by Tom Clancy.

Was Tom Clancy bribed? Were they family? Has he gone senile?

But whatever. I'm holed up again. I'm down and out. No matter why.

I'm actually up at 10 after just five hours of sleep, having tossed and turned and feeling feverish until somewhere around 5 AM, and am now feeling relatively good and surprisingly cognizant considering the lack of sleep... just got that irritating trademark throat phlegm. Neon yellow. My nose is running. I sneeze. It's all going on at once right now. I sound sick.

Recorded some VA lines a couple days ago but haven't revised them yet, hopefully I have all the material I need there cause I apparently won't be able to record for a while now, and they're already overdue...

Since I'm currently reflecting on how typical it is I come down with maybe the same thing as last year around the same time as last year I might as well reflect on other similarities.

The weather. We had winter then. Until a few days ago it was cold and wonderful and great in all ways this year too but for skyrocketing electricity prices - which I wrote up a blog about that I've yet to post (update) - and then it all melted and rained away, and it's currently gray and grimy, though the sun's peeking through...

There's still time. For Christmas Eve. Maybe we'll get a squeaky layer of brilliant white powder again then. Hope so.

I haven't been eating tons of chocolate this year, and no Gelato, but I do have two chocolate-containing Advent calendars on my wall, and I have a stash of stuff ready to be packed up and given away for the Big Day that sometimes tempts me too much, and I end up eating a little gift or two.
It's not like it's healthy for other recipients either!

That's probably similarly immune-system weakening.
It's Christmas though, you usually do these things around this time of year, and I don't usually get sick around this time of year...

What else? No antigen test this year - they aren't free now - so who knows how severe a virus this is, but the pandemic one ought be watered down and a bit more like a common cold now anyway. As long as you keep your D-vitamin levels high.

We have. I will. Higher doses today.

Would be nice if this shizzle passes quick, and I'm in decent shape when it's time to pack and open presents, which I remember being a bit taxing last year.

Especially the packing.

Would be nice if I don't spread this to the rest of the family this year too, but if it's the same thing that seems like a wishful stretch.

At least I don't feel totally wretched! At least this is an opportune moment to slow down and rest. And to think optimistic, so maybe I'll best, this pitiful virus that slipped up my steps.

But it's fascinating how, from feeling a victim and stressed, in the last days, although past great, I feel a little caressed down. Like I'm on a quest now, to just twiddle and recoup, to heal up and regroup, my demons flew the coup, maybe the sun gives lighter views too, I flee my brooding gloom.

When you're sick then there's potential, to get to a better you.