Wednesday, January 11, 2023

Happy...

1-11-23 SHORT HILLS: Well, it’s been busy. We didn’t go to the fireworks—rain and fog. We checked out of the Frontenac in the morning and had an uneventful drive back to Thetford. Lily was there with friends, Danna, Matt and Harrison. 


We spent the afternoon with them, and then we went to Cousin John’s for his southern New Years Day feast with ribs, fried chicken, black-eyed peas, cornbread and other stuff from his Carolina childhood. It was nice to see Becca, Bob and Nate and their friends and some of John’s neighbors.


Lily et al, left in the morning and Judy did the house clean-up with help from me, but I was getting sick with a cold and then tested positive for Covid. I started Paxlovid immediately. 


The next day I was worse, and Judy drove us back to Short Hills. I notified everyone we had been in contact with about Covid. I slept for the next two days. On the fourth day of Paxlovid, I felt OK and felt well by the fifth day. Nobody I was in contact with got it. A couple days later I had a negative test. 


The tenth arrived and with it my BDay, 85, doesn’t feel much different from 84. Judy served king crab with creamed spinach and potatoes au gratin with an ice cream cake. I did the dishes.


The next day Bill and Lynn took us to Serenade in Chatham for dinner with surprise guest Roger. Old friends are the best! Thanks again, guys


Now it’s back to the bleak mid-winter where the earth is hard as iron and water like stone. [thanks, Christina Rossetti.]

I can handle one candle.

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