I got the 'vid AGAIN. I swear my immune system is now garbage. It never used to be. Pre COVID, I rarely even got colds. This is the third round since October. It just really goes for my throat, too. I've had variations of soreness for six days, with a couple of those pretty severe overnight. It's fine at daytime, but once I lie down it's like someone's shoved a handful of razorblades down my throat.

Anyway. Pretty sure I'm instantaneously impacted. On the 24th I went to pick up a friend at the emergency department - he's newly diagnosed with a-fib and had had an episode requiring care, and couldn't drive home. I had to go back into the unit to listen to the follow up orders, since he was doped up. When I got there, I got an, "Oh, btw, he tested positive for COVID." By the 26th I was feeling the sore throat.

Blargh.


^I have never seen goslings in the wild. They were so cute. Mama immediately deemed me a threat.


^Can't resist 'em.


^Not sure what this is, but it was kinda cool.


^You know, I miss her every day, but since Johnny died my house has been pretty peaceful. I wouldn't say the remaining three are besties, but there are so many less fights and often I'll find all three of them sharing the same window cushion. I guess maybe Johnny was a brat!


^No comment.

Speaking of windows, I signed a contract on 28 May 2024 with a promise of windows by end of summer. I ... do not have windows. And the abysmal communication continues. I emailed the contractor and said, "I feel I need to demand windows or my money back, please." The reply: gosh, sorry for not staying in contact. R's knee surgery recovery hasn't gone as smoothly as we'd hoped, we'll get to you in July."

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