A Monday
Last week at this time, I had a situation with the ole body. Nothing wanted to feel good. We had been at a family gathering the Saturday before and there was no shortage of family members from the northern portion of the state.
Each day had such a nagging feeling of feeling bad all over. I have not been one to be down and out, sleeping the days away. Last Thursday Dennis and I decided that I felt ill enough that we were going to be tested for Covid. We had been out and about and no social distancing was done. We had to drive to Fairmont, a distance of 40 miles, to the Urgent Care. Within 24 hours we had a message on the Mayo Portal that both Dennis and I tested negative. I still felt like crap, but it also was a reassuring feeling that I had not been a carrier to family. That part just about ate me up, thinking of it. Dennis put his foot down. It was great news that I had a bug, nothing serious, but there were to be No More hugging of anyone. Ya, he said I could still hug him. What a guy.
Today, I can say that I feel like my old self. Dennis wanted to broadcast the news that Attila the Hon was back. As luck would have it, Dennis has been safe as he has never underestimated me. Good man.
We have a few items here on Stauffer Avenue to pick away at on the lawn. We have the advantage of the Mantas electric tiller. The Crab grass along the drive wants to take over. We are in the mode of lawn seed and sprinkling . . . it would be a good thing to clean it up. The morning hours will be our best bet and then high tailing into the shelter and out of the sun by noon.
Today was Megan’s first day of her sophomore high-school year at the Christian Academy. Grandpa and I are pulling for her.
Hang tough, people, the heat will not last forever, though it seems so. It would be nice if we had a gentle autumn.