Could be worse


This is the first year I remember where both the Captain and I have been too sick to properly celebrate our wedding anniversary/Valentine's Day.

It's year 23 for those of you keeping track, and no, we don't think it's COVID. Just bad colds kind of like the ones that struck in early 2020. Bad enough that Jeff slept most of the week away downstairs in quarantine. He got sick first and insisted I wear a mask every time I checked on him. I forgot on occasion but didn't think there was a way I was going to escape it either.

It didn't really hit me until Thursday and I've been in pajamas ever since. I was about ready to feel sorry for myself when I remembered that so many people in my life are facing much more difficulties.

I'm pretty sure we will be back in the swing of things soon. (And, no, we don't need anything, but thanks for the thought.) 

Instead, please say a prayer or send a good vibe to my friend Anna and her boyfriend Ryan, who is battling leukemia. And my friends Ann, Alison and Kim, who've recently lost parents. And any of the myriad other friends facing troubles right now.

Happy Valentine's Day to all of you. Celebrate amongst yourselves. We'll join you in a week or so.

Finally, you're welcome for the image rather than a picture of what we look like right now.

 

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