This Christmas is one of the weirdest Christmases ever for us. When I woke up this morning, the temperature was already +13°C, which gradually got higher during the day. The peak temperature today was around +15-16°C over here. Not very Christmassy, is it? According to the weather forecast, this week's weather won't change significantly, so spring took over in one day. The human meter service predicted dizziness, blood pressure, mood fluctuations, and headache. These symptoms go hand in hand with COVID-19 symptoms - such as fatigue and lack of strength - which make us terribly moody and lifeless. Even the most insignificant moves or tasks require tremendous effort from us, and Ági's stagnant condition makes it difficult for her to cope with the disease and the capricious weather. I wonder when we can call ourselves fully recovered!?
When I woke up this morning, I knew the day wouldn't be an active one. Nothing sinister happened that would have suggested anything unexpected; it was rather one of those intuitions that depicted how the events of the day would unfold. This gut feeling strengthened when I grabbed Abby's leash and took her for her early morning walk. She was as inactive as I was, and the speed and length of our walk corroborated this theory. We ambled back to the house momentarily. After this painfully short-lived stroll with a surprisingly exhausted canine, I sat in front of the TV, munched my breakfast and slurped the much-needed black nectar in the form of a strong espresso. What a surreal still-life this was. Especially considering how many episodes we have watched from one of the currently watched series. As my system started to absorb the caffeine, switching my wee brain into the first gear, the haze dissipated over today's schedule. Harnessing this ephemeral clear state, I rushed into...
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