We spent two days in a car, three days in a hotel together and the rest of the time eating and drinking - save that 26.2 miles we were separated.
How could I not have passed it on to him?
Granted, when we came home I did sleep in the guest room for two nights not just to minimize his exposure, but to not keep him up since I knew I wouldn't be sleeping.
But.......he has it.
I'll give it this, it is moving somewhat fast. My clogged head isn't nearly as bad as we are now down into the chest.
Now that hurts.
I'm at the coughing phase, especially when supine. And even the anticipation of me coughing has me cringing in pre-pain, should that make any sense. The energy to suppress the cough isn't much better and probably takes more energy.
So we are both at home trying not to bring down the western hemisphere with our plague. Or plaque.
I cannot imagine handing out candy tonight. Not that I have purchased any. I suppose I can Instacart it and leave a bowl outside the door. It's gonna be pouring anyway, so I'm not sure how much traffic we'd get.
In this down time, I've gotten through some books and as I told Dr. Spo, I'm making my third (and final) attempt at Mrs Dalloway.
Honest to g-d, if Woolf wanted to kill herself, she should have read some of her own work.
Song by: Elvis Presley
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Notwithstanding your continued sorry state - for which you have my continued sympathies (not that that will help you) - I have to put on record that I positively LOVE 'Mrs Dalloway' - though have read it 'only' twice. A third time is a MUST, but there you are! :-).
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