Day 34

I’ve started reading Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking. It’s about her husband’s sudden death in their apartment while their adult daughter was ill and unconscious in hospital. It’s so well written, but man, it’s bringing the flashbacks to my dad’s death. I have one regret about the last days of my father’sContinue reading “Day 34”

Day 14 – Signs the curve is flattening

I’ve had an ongoing low-grade anxiety prior to, and for most of the time since, my last update. It’s given me a phantom sore throat at different times, and there’s been a Covid-dream or two. The horror stories of Italy, the UK, Spain and New York, and the fact I’m 2 degrees from Covid deaths,Continue reading “Day 14 – Signs the curve is flattening”