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DiamondDust of Celeste
Jan. 15th, 2022 10:26 pmWell . . . today's front page news item is that the Sparrowhawk has COVID. He used one of our test sticks, and it came up positive. It's a relief in a way, because if it had been negative, I still would have thought he had it! I assume it's the omicron version, because he is not VERY sick. I've seen him worse off with the flu or just a regular cold. He's very congested, tired, and has a bad-sounding chesty cough. But it's not right down in his lungs like a flu or the original COVID. The Lumberjack had what I'm now sure was the original variant when he was at our house for Christmas 2019, and it was so much worse than this. I'm glad it's not the really awful kind, but it's bad enough. However, if it doesn't get any worse, he'll be okay in a few days. He still has his sense of taste and smell. I don't even know where he could have caught it. I have no symptoms so far, so I'm not going to waste the last swab we have. We'll just be staying in for the week, I guess.
Today was another one of those formless days. I got up too early again, and the Sparrowhawk came downstairs after it got light and cajoled me back to bed for a nap, so nothing really happened this morning. I did get out for a walk eventually. It was frosty, about 18 degrees, but the sun was out. I had to pick my way around patches of ice, but the path through the woods was still crunchy snow where I could find footing. I saw robins and heard a chickadee singing. The little waterfall is a solid sheet of ice, and there are shelves of ice on the edges of the creek. The benches are padded with cushions of snow, like white satin upholstery with sparkly sequins--not comfy for sitting, but pretty.
I indulged in yet another extravagance and sent for some more washi tape, of all things. But it was shiny . . . . They had a special set for the Year of the Tiger, and it was so red and bright. The Sparrowhawk and the Nipper and I are all various iterations of Years of the Tiger. We're both white metal tigers and the Nipper is a red fire tiger--whatever that means! I think I'm starved for color and exuberance, so I keep sending for things that look exciting.
Today was another one of those formless days. I got up too early again, and the Sparrowhawk came downstairs after it got light and cajoled me back to bed for a nap, so nothing really happened this morning. I did get out for a walk eventually. It was frosty, about 18 degrees, but the sun was out. I had to pick my way around patches of ice, but the path through the woods was still crunchy snow where I could find footing. I saw robins and heard a chickadee singing. The little waterfall is a solid sheet of ice, and there are shelves of ice on the edges of the creek. The benches are padded with cushions of snow, like white satin upholstery with sparkly sequins--not comfy for sitting, but pretty.
I indulged in yet another extravagance and sent for some more washi tape, of all things. But it was shiny . . . . They had a special set for the Year of the Tiger, and it was so red and bright. The Sparrowhawk and the Nipper and I are all various iterations of Years of the Tiger. We're both white metal tigers and the Nipper is a red fire tiger--whatever that means! I think I'm starved for color and exuberance, so I keep sending for things that look exciting.
