I continue to test negative for Covid, but, I also continue to be sick. Fever, exhaustion, weird relationship to food (yuk!). That kind of thing. But, hey! All crappy things eventually pass and I have plenty of hours to sleep. Ed and I avoid each other, just in case, though I am by now convinced that the mussels caused my woes. No one else is sick and I took precautions. I'm going to place my bets on the mussels.
As I slept (basically all the hours since I got home were spent in a reclining position with eyes closed), I couldn't believe how quiet it is here, at the farmette. It really is true: New York is nasty in terms of noise levels. My hotel room looked out on 6th avenue and there must have been some pot hole or rough surface on the road because every few minutes, a loud rattle would come from a truck passing over the imperfection. It wasn't an awful noise, but it was constant. Here, the only sound is the occasional cat complaining that I'm not petting her enough.
And here's something else: I am happy to say that I am no longer surrounded by what you might call the beautiful people. Because fashion week starts today, models (I'm guessing they were models -- they were stick thin and they wore clothes without wrinkles. Not a single wrinkle!) were checking into the hotel and as I sat waiting for my cab for La Guardia, I had a chance to give them all a good stare.
When did we decide that we will judge people based on their physical attributes? And that these should include creaseless clothes, silky hair and stick thin figures? What a weird way to judge ourselves! No, I have no problem with trying to appear attractive, but I do object to this constant fixation, especially when it comes to women, with age, with skinny forms, and with perfect grooming.
This morning I slept. And slept. And slept. Still no appetite, but feeling okay enough to pick up the girl at school. She so begged for it and I cannot say no. Just for an hour or two. I tell Ed that I am like Queen Elizabeth in that I cannot call in with a sick day. Still, I mask up solidly and we spent time outside, and inside with open windows. She is low maintenance and in the end, I turn on the TV for her.
And the day ends with Ed fixing chicken noodle soup for me. Unfortunately, what we have is the awful organic nonsense. It's no Campbells, that's for sure. Or, maybe it's that my tastebuds escaped and were replaced by some phantom ones that decided to hate all foods?
Waiting for PCR results, but still feeling confident that all this will pass soon enough.
With love...
