This picture sums up the last three weeks on the hill. We've been sick. We did not test for Covid, but between Richard, Sheridan and I we had a slew of symptoms that point us to that diagnosis. We stayed at home. We kept Cameron clear of our blankets, cups, and everything else we touched. We slept in our beds, in the living room, the blue room and sat on the front and back patios for a reprieve. I almost missed the glorious fall we had in our back yard while I tried to sleep away headaches and fatigue. Richard's symptoms were the first to show and go so he took care of us with food, meds and getting Cam back and forth to school. I turned loads of bedding and clothing in between naps. Sheridan pressed through every day trying to keep up with all her school work as virtual school doesn't stop if you're sick. It's been three and a half weeks and I have almost all my taste back. Still not smelling things clearly, but that's OK! Covid is no joke, and the isolation is much harder than the physical symptoms.
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