After all this time, it finally happened. I woke up Monday morning feeling ill, like an overzealous chimpanzee had mopped the floor with my hair, squeegeed my brain and put me away wet. My neck felt leaden, and fatigue held down my limbs with Herculean weight. I could still smell dog breath and taste toothpaste, but we all know by now the symptoms are never definitive. My intestines twisted with the fear that I’d caught—and possibly spread—the virus.
Navigating the Newest Abnormal
Hugs, Sweet Geechee Gurl Songs 🎶🎵wit,' my rain stick. So glad all is well - kinda scary all the same ~ We must all Mask-Up one Mo' Gin'!✓ 🙏🏼
Right on Sista. Hugs from a distance.
Love the pups and again you hit the nail on the head👍
"mask back on, heart wide open"
Ooof. So glad you're OK. Thank you for taking us in your wonderful covid-free word coaster.
Eloquent as always, I hope your story inspires some otherwise intelligent local folks to get vaccinated.