Hard to fight what the test shows to be true. Progress – albeit slow. A solid, but very light pink line. There is still no question about it, Covid Positive, but the gentle crawl away from blaring horns, and klaxon alarms that sound when the two lines are beet red, is happening. At a proverbial snail’s pace. But there is noticeable, trackable forward movement towards ever so slightly better health. Now what this unseen beast has done to my innards, brain, vascular system, and immune system could remain hidden for some time. Three years in, and our first actual, verifiable Covid diagnosis. I pray it is our last, as this was one of the worst things I’ve felt in my lifetime. And in 2015 I had Epstein Barr & pneumonia at once, along with a sinus infection, and a crohns flare up simultaneously because of it. That sucked, this was worse.
The brain pain & mind fog scares me, makes me wonder about neurological damages that I can’t see. Yikes. What has been done, is done. Best try better to remain out of harm’s way.
Today is Wednesday. Hump Day, middle of the week day. It may shape up to be a real busy one at that. If I recall some clients have print deadlines today, and later this week. Going to need to stay on my toes today. Best to rest up, eat, and attack the day with both hands on the steering wheel.
Pretty soon the rains are going to start up, and wash away all of this snow, leaving behind mounds of sand and grit to sweep off the edge of the lawn. Gravel chunks, and plowed up garbage will become uncovered soon. Downed branches, and any hidden dog poops from neighbours whom chose not to clean up after their pets while out on walks. Old leaves, and lots of raking up dead grass. Aerating the lawn, weed & feeding it, will all have to start soon enough. The plowman gouged my lawn up pretty good with his massive blade a week or two ago. I’ll need to find all the sod bits, and tamp that down if I want to try to save that patch of grass that’s about 2ft by 2ft square. Ugh.
Mostly green, and mostly grass is as far as my concern for the lawn goes. I’m ok with dandelions, and wild flowers. I want honey bees to populate my fruit trees and give me all the fruits. It was a good year for cherries and not much else in my yard last summer. I want Apples! Grapes! Raspberries! Pears! And Cherries too! We used to have blueberries and blackberries but the raised bed froze over and killed all but the raspberries and strawberries. So I refused to buy more. It has to be hardy enough, and self sufficient to grow regardless of my neglect. Oh when it’s scorching out I can pass about dome water, but it needs to sort itself out for the other 85% of the season. But that’s a ways off yet. No point getting too far out front. Not even into April yet. Take care out there. Ciao Bella.
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