Notes From the Plague Couch
I always suspected it was a question of ‘when’ not ‘if’. And yes, in spite of two armfuls of Pfizer plus a booster, it got me in the end. Here I lurk, in strict quarantine, but supported and serviced by fellow residents. They make sure I don’t starve, though they know as well as I do, I could live off my body fat for quite some time.
I’m not exactly ill: a bit of a cough, a bit of a sniffle, but so depleted of energy it’s as though someone hoovered out all my mojo. Like liposuction, but for energy. Posting on this much-neglected website has required a huge effort and a stern talking to. ‘Get off the couch, Laurie. Post something. Post anything.’
Have I done any writing lately? No. But I have moved my notes for a possible new novel from the cardboard box of publisher’s rejects to my desk. They are there somewhere beneath the masks, the Kleenex, the Benylin and the Vick’s vapour rub. Tomorrow I might look at them. Heck, even Tolstoy had to start somewhere.
Ach, Laurie, sorry to hear that.
I fervently hope it’s a mild dose, since you’ve had those armfuls.
Hi Laurie, I’m very sorry to see you have the dreaded Covid! It sounds a reasonably mild dose, but take care all the same.
Maureen told me you had texted her with the above news, and that you have a new phone number, please let me have same, Maureen has done something odd to her phone! It was a quiet Christmas here but I like my own company so found it relaxing just staying home, only going out to Tesco or daily (weather permitting) beach walk. Covid numbers are escalating here, and friend Anna in Arundel says it is same over there so good idea to stay home and read etc.
I send you warm blessings when I drink from that delightful mug!
Wishing you a Bright, Peaceful and Healthy New year,
Love, Margaret xx