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Languish

It's been three weeks since we came back from Graz and been down with COVID. We are sure the initial COVID infection is over; it's the long-term side effects that affect our days, moods, and quality of life. Not being able to concentrate for longer than ten or twenty minutes is a terrible symptom. The low energy level both of us experience makes us inept to do anything longer than ten or twenty minutes. Even taking Abby for her walks seems like an expedition in the vast snow-covered fields of the Arctic. Practising the tai chi set seems like a real workout for Olympic athletes before the championship. And the sheer thought of buckling down to studying or preparing the next lessons is a far-fetched idea for our wee mind. Even though we know that recovery takes a long time, it is tough to live with the difficulties it entails. What a lovely ending life brought for us at the end of 2023, innit?

Anyway, my morning was all about planning. I had to think through my convalesce plan, and I came up with the following: I need to get back to my normal schedule and study a lot, making up for the time COVID took away from all the previously planned activities. Even though I've learned a lot from my mistakes and I try not to make the same ones again, I won't make any New Year resolution because finding my way back to what I'd planned previously seems the perfect resolution. Therefore, there is no need to make a solemn promise to me.

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