Goodbye, August. I wish we were going into September and a holiday weekend with big plans, but I think it’s going to be laying low and feeling crummy. Covid has finally hit our house. Patrick tested positive yesterday. He’s been suffering from body aches and head cold symptoms. He also lost his sense of smell and taste, which is a bummer. I hope for his sake it comes back right away, or that will be hard for his cooking.
Although the next few days will probably be lousy, I am grateful that we’ve avoided getting Covid during the worst of the pandemic, and now the symptoms are mostly flu-like. I’m also thankful for good soup tonight thanks to Olive Garden drive-up delivery. And that I felt well enough to get our yard mowed before we had to let it go for another few days and we’d probably need a tractor to get through it.