Marmot of Leave

The day started spookily, with fog hanging in the trees. It cleared up later, and was yet another beautiful day. I almost went outside, but it was chilly in spite of the deceptive sunlight, and I didn't quite have enough fortitude. I know I've started to creep upward toward recovery, because just enduring my misery no longer occupies my full attention. I have moments when I'm able to notice things I should be doing. However, I'm not well enough to actually do them yet. I was able to eat a few more noodles. I dreamed that Magnum P.I. was planning to leave Hawaii for three months and go back to the continental states, and possibly never return. I needed to stop this from happening, because he had become tied to the land and had to stay on as a guardian or it would mess up the protection. Don't ask me why this was any concern of mine. The only good thing about having covid is that I take so many more naps than I normally do, and it's very relaxing. Today's day name is one of those that puzzle me. Every year, "Marmot" comes around, and I repeat this odd word to myself and think "Why a marmot?"