Well damn.

 

I guess it had to happen. I woke up feeling pretty shabby so did a test. Then another one to be sure. Then I tested Himself and he came back positive, too.

Bugger.

Breathing is overrated.

Eating might be too if I can't get someone to go to the supermarket!

Three and Amy have to find someone to collect Scallywag from school. I have had to cancel my psychologist appointment and get someone else to host the craft get togethers this week.

Himself is carrying on about having to isolate with this but not if it was flu. I understand his frustration and think we should have to isolate if we are sick regardless but that is just basic common sense and responsibility. I think the less severe symptoms have made people complacent with Covid. I am prone to chest infections and am not keen to get pneumonia so he can suck it up.

Later... I have just done an online delivery order with Coles. At least we won't starve. Assuming they have the food in the store! It was amazing to see how many veg varieties were out of stock. 

I decided to prune the roses. I got 7 done before I became breathless. 

Himself took the dogs for a long walk through the bush. No contact with other humans. 

The biscuit baking has been put on the back burner (ha ha) but I will need to make some bread tomorrow. Hopefully I will feel better as at the moment I am struggling to boil a bloody kettle.

Three still hasn't heard about the job. He rang them to ask if they needed anything else from him - a gentle nudge and shows he's keen. Hopefully he will get good news tomorrow. 

On a funny note, Himself gets cross often now and again and growls and grumps and flings curses. For a long time I haven't been able to work out why the dogs will come to me out of the blue and Jinx will even try to climb on my lap. I have worked out that when Himself gets into a mood they beat a hasty retreat to the safety of under my feet, on my lap, behind my back ...

Smart creatures, dogs.