Fact: I woke this morning fever free and feeling fine.
Fact: I woke this morning wedged between Michael on my left and Chewy on my right.
It is so good to know you are loved—or at least, you are wanted as a warmth magnet. Michael was where he belonged—Chewy not. He had dared to jump onto the bed and defied my half-awake, half-hearted efforts to repel him. Burrowing between the sheet and the doona, he pressed his feet into my side. I woke enough to shift my body towards the edge of the bed and expel him and then get up. The start of another day.
Fact: I woke this morning wedged between Michael on my left and Chewy on my right.
It is so good to know you are loved—or at least, you are wanted as a warmth magnet. Michael was where he belonged—Chewy not. He had dared to jump onto the bed and defied my half-awake, half-hearted efforts to repel him. Burrowing between the sheet and the doona, he pressed his feet into my side. I woke enough to shift my body towards the edge of the bed and expel him and then get up. The start of another day.
Wednesday—a great day in the city. At a meeting—informative and interesting—I made some contribution to it and felt confirmed. Then some photography of Sydney architecture—modern, Victorian and a Neo-Gothic building I had just discovered on Saturday.
Thursday—the trouble with public transport and a city milieu is germs! Sometime on Wednesday I came into contact with contagion! MOAN & GROAN and progressing symptoms. It was only a cold: I would survive—maybe.
Friday—blur.
Saturday—blur.
Sunday morning—blur.
Sunday afternoon--a light appears in the FOG.
Friday—blur.
Saturday—blur.
Sunday morning—blur.
Sunday afternoon--a light appears in the FOG.
Monday morning--resurrection! Life is good.