I’m slowly inching my way back to my normal routine.  Yesterday all I could do was sleep and rest (by order of Dr. Avdi).  The fever hung on but decreased, and I was starting to be able to smell things more.  Still very congested.  The surreal underwater vacuum sensation was still there.

Today I drove over there while everyone was away and straightened up the house, reassured the anxious Loucious that I wasn’t dead yet (he was whining and moaning so tragically!), picked up Y at school, then went home.  It had been t-storming out, so I didn’t do much outside.  I still don’t feel “normal”, but I’m getting there.  Speaking of abnormal…

I’ve learned that people need a pack to survive, not just group “hobbies” occasionally with rugged isolationism being the norm.  That’s true your whole life.  It’s not only unnatural to live in solitary separate units in suburbia, it’s unsustainable when the going gets tough, and it will.  No one’s going to come and save you.  Marginalized groups have already learned this for hundreds of years.  A community means surviving a system like ours by helping each other all the time, without prejudging and pre-approving, because nobody else will.

Bet you didn’t see that coming!