Maanantai 🇫🇮 Mánudagur 🇮🇸

We met an old dog-walker acquaintance of ours last Friday. We were happy to see her and her two dogs - one of them is a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel, like Abby, and the other one is a fourteen-year-old who knows what breed of a dog, whom we met several times while Myke and Lizi were with us. While in the middle of the conversation, she suddenly spilt the beans about her husband lying in bed with COVID-19. We didn't pay too much attention to this information, but after returning home, we immediately began our disinfection program. We thought we were on the safe side. And we did, at least for a couple of days afterwards, but today, I felt like a piece of useless old git. It all started after breakfast when I felt soreness in my throat. I thought it was an insignificant little sensation due to the warm coffee I slurped rapidly. Oblivious to the fact that it could have been the symptom of something more than a sore throat, I went to the basement to devise the next classes' syllabus. I remember being full of ideas and happy to buckle down to planning. However, I couldn't claim I was in good fettle after a few hours. By the time the lunch was on the stove, I felt like an anaemic old marathon runner. My limbs were painful and feeble, my ankles couldn't find my energy level, I became rather irritated, and all I could imagine was sleeping. It's been a while since I felt something similar. It resembled a strong flu, but I slept like a log for more than an hour without moving, and any interruption after lunch suggested that I wasn't in my best shape.

Anyway, I still feel like crap, but the Plonker with Del Boy and Grandad make me feel a tad better. I hope I get over this silly little something soon.

Fortunately, I don't have a fever, and apart from some insignificantly puny coughs, there are no other symptoms. I hope to sleep off this illness by tomorrow, and I hope it's not COVID.

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