...I coughed a lot. I blew my nose a lot. I continue to do both of those things. A lot. If you've read this blog for a while, you know that each winter I succumb to a head/chest cold that morphs into something evil. Today marks three weeks and two days since onset. Earlier in the week I had thought the end was in sight; Thursday, all symptoms returned. With a vengeance. Monday, I'm off to the doctor. Prolly I should have gone yesterday.
Each year I give up a lot for this illness. This time it included a two-day professional meeting that I'd really looked forward to, my older grandchildren's winter program, a trip to visit a grandbaby, and a dinner party. Enough with this.
...I sewed. Not a lot. But some. Right now I'm making some wonderful things that I can't share at present. Because they are Christmas gifts. As if you didn't guess that. I did finish February Fancy and will try to get a photo of it this weekend.
...I watched videos. Joe and I are presently engrossed in a series we're renting from Netflix, "The House of Eliott," a British series that Bonnie recommended sometime ago. It is very engrossing.
...I read Corrections by Franzen and wished I'd not wasted my time. I read Follett's Fall of Giants and liked it. But it was so huge it tired my hands!
...I spent a lot of time pondering a relationship that was in trouble, ultimately deciding that it really wasn't worth holding onto. I might write more about this in time because I learned a lot, both about the former friend and about myself and how I respond to mistreatment.
...Sadly, I learned that a very old friend, a wonderful woman I've known since the junior high school library club, was suddenly diagnosed with lung cancer. This news hit very hard. There's such a stigma that comes with that disease, that somehow smokers who develop it really don't warrant a lot of sympathy. I don't think my friend was a smoker; even if she had been, that wouldn't diminish the ache I feel for her. She was living far away and has returned to Near Philadelphia this week. I am eager to reconnect and try to give her some support.
...On the heels of that news, a newer friend, one I seldom see but hold dear was discovered to have a malignant colon tumor; she is undergoing treatment and while no real prognosis has been shared, I'm feeling optimistic. I pretty much have to, in light of the other sick friend.
...I rediscovered matryoshkas and am smitten with them. I even bought some for someone for Christmas!