Last weekend I had kicked this nasty bug, only to get it back on Monday after two nights of not sleeping well. I'm still dragging around and coughing today, but somewhere in that is a slight improvement.
The only good thing about all this rest is that I have gotten a jump-start on my reading for the year. I had considered trying for only 75 books this year in order to read some longer books, but as I'm already at 17 books for the year, maybe I'll still hit 100 even with a couple longer books.
I think the best new books I've read so far this year are Wives and Daughters by Elizabeth Gaskell and The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman. I've reread some old favorites: The Cat Who Came in from the Cold by Deric Longden and Seabiscuit by Laura Hillenbrand, and have only slogged through one real stinker: The New York Regional Mormon Singles Dance: A Memoir by Elna Baker, and that had a pretty funny first chapter. Unfortunately, though, there was more than …
I am still not 100% better, but I have been well enough to take a break from the bedroom and the vaporizer, so I ventured into the sewing room to do something I've been wanting to try for a while:
a fabric-wrapped rope basket! I'd seen the idea on Pinterest, then borrowed a book on it from the library during the summer. For my birthday, Andy gave me:
and some colored rope to play with. And since then, I've been trying to learn the technique, but always using colored rope so I only had to deal with shaping and not have to worry about working with fabric strips as well. Luckily,
they have a lot of very cool colors of rope to play with. But today, since it is my first day feeling mostly human all week, I decided the time had come. And it was fun. There are tons and tons of mistakes, but for a first attempt, I'm pretty pleased. And I'm THRILLED to be able to breathe somewhat normally without the aid of steam. We celebrate the little things around here latel…
I know there will be a time when I won't even think about it, but tomorrow will mark 3 weeks of this darn chest cold, and I hope that when I finally CAN breathe normally, I will remember how wonderful it is to be able to breathe normally for at least as long as this darn bug has lasted.
While not something I want to do everyday, shoveling snow is somewhat mandatory--at least if you're a nice person and good neighbor--and something I thought I should try while still under the care of a physical therapist.
Wednesday we woke up to several inches of snow, and after my physical therapy appointment and a trip to the grocery store, I thought it time to try my luck.
I did manage to get the entire sidewalk shoveled--which is no small thing when one owns a corner lot. But between the cold, the ongoing cough, and the back, I didn't make it through the entire driveway. I didn't hurt my back in any way, but trying to retrain myself to shovel without twisting simply wore my back out. It's sore today, but just in the muscles. That's fine. And today's snow melted off without any help. We're supposed to get more snow tonight, but then it's supposed to get all the way up to 46 tomorrow, so it can all melt off. One mustn't overdo these things.…
Andy is almost back to normal and today I'm mostly functioning without cold medicine. Not exactly how I planned to spend the weeks after Christmas, but as often as I get sick after the holidays, I probably should.
I have even started taking down the Christmas decorations and sending out Christmas cards again. I probably could have sent a few out earlier, but I have already made Andy and another friend sick. I'm not sure how long this bug could last on a piece of paper, but the thought of sending someone a card I'd coughed all over wasn't appealing. So, our holiday cards are running really, REALLY late this year. Oops.
Last night, here at the Chateau we toasted with Nyquil and went to bed, and we didn't kick off New Year's Day with a champagne brunch as we've done in the past few years. 3 out of 4 of the brunchers are sick, so it wouldn't have been a fun event--especially for the lone one still standing. We are improving, however! Last night I didn't wake up coughing as soon as the Nyquil wore off, which is a first for the week, so that is exciting. And tomorrow I can face my physical therapist without any chances of having done something wrong since the last appointment--also possibly a first...............