SunAfar of Zenith

This morning, texts arrived in rapid succession. First, the bummer: Queenie is sick again--high fever and violent chills. She tests negative for covid so far, but the symptoms are the same ones she had before. She was well through the cruise, but now she isn't. It's as if she never really gets well. It keeps coming back and knocking her down. I know at least one other person who has the same problem. It is inexplicable. There's a lot we don't know about this disease. The Fireman, the Sparrowhawk, and I are all fine. Then there were less dire text streams with Tron, re our arrival in DC and plans while there, and Dr. Nurse, re whether she could come over sometime today. Well, she couldn't come during the Sparrowhawk's piano lesson, because I was scheduled to have lunch with Madame, but we arranged for her to come around 4. I went out to lunch, bought an ugly but hopefully effective compression sock on the way, came home and wrote 400+ words in spite of it all, then put together some snacks for Dr. Nurse. Avocado and egg finger sandwiches, cheese and crackers, grapes, mandarin orange segments, and Oreos. This, from the woman who claims to have "no food in the house." Well, SORT OF no food. Dr. Nurse brought Bird Baby, who is SO CUTE, and we got to hold her. Swoon. Then we had leftovers plus green beans for dinner. Now I'm halfway through packing to go on the NEXT trip. I am very tired and hope to go to bed soon.