FernFrond of Bloom
May. 17th, 2025 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoWe had another round of storms last night, but it was friendly grumbling thunder and sweeps of rain, not the scary kind. This morning the temperature had dropped out of summer into a more spring-like range. It was cloudy and damp, with drizzly little rain-showers. The wind has shattered the blossom and scattered the petals of the peonies and the redbuds. The Duchess got her power back last night, and the leak turned out to be a trivial matter.
I tested myself again. It really is a waste of time and money to do it so often, but I keep hoping for a negative result so I can go out and do things--in this case, church today and potluck tomorrow. No luck. Still the red line. And I can't really say it's "faint," either. It's not as bright as it was the first time, but it's definite. So I'm having another weekend of big fat nothing. I suppose I shouldn't be so impatient. This is day 11 of the latest infection. Sometimes it does last a couple of weeks. My symptoms are mostly gone at this point, though, and I'm just fed up with it. I reviewed the CDC "guidance," but it's totally confusing and doesn't make any sense. I don't want to make anyone else sick, so I'm erring on the side of caution.
The Sparrowhawk cooked the rest of the bacon for me. "You know bacon doesn't fix everything!" I growled morosely. "I just thought you might like some," he said soothingly. I played The Seekers singing "I Know I'll Never Find Another You" for him. When I walk through the storm, you'll be my guide . . . with bacon.
I tested myself again. It really is a waste of time and money to do it so often, but I keep hoping for a negative result so I can go out and do things--in this case, church today and potluck tomorrow. No luck. Still the red line. And I can't really say it's "faint," either. It's not as bright as it was the first time, but it's definite. So I'm having another weekend of big fat nothing. I suppose I shouldn't be so impatient. This is day 11 of the latest infection. Sometimes it does last a couple of weeks. My symptoms are mostly gone at this point, though, and I'm just fed up with it. I reviewed the CDC "guidance," but it's totally confusing and doesn't make any sense. I don't want to make anyone else sick, so I'm erring on the side of caution.
The Sparrowhawk cooked the rest of the bacon for me. "You know bacon doesn't fix everything!" I growled morosely. "I just thought you might like some," he said soothingly. I played The Seekers singing "I Know I'll Never Find Another You" for him. When I walk through the storm, you'll be my guide . . . with bacon.
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