Today I got my haircut and while I was sitting in the chair
I felt really dizzy.
Yesterday, I noticed my throat was sore, but I carried on
as one does.
When I got home from my haircut, I plopped myself on my bed
and died.
I don't know what it is, but it's bad. (It's probably Covid).
Claire and her friends are coming in later tonight and I hadn't finished
all the things I needed to do in preparation for them,
including making sourdough bread to go with the veggie soup,
mow the lawn, and get sheets and towels out for guests.
Around 4:00, about an hour before Claire was to depart.
I called her and told her I was on my deathbed, and I
didn't think she and her pals should come down.
I would feel so bad if I gave whatever I have to them!!
I'm basically in Hell.
Also, when we woke up this morning, Kitty looked
like she had bees for dinner.
She's been lethargic, and her face is super puffy.
What on earth does that cat do at night?
Excuse me, I'm going back to my deathbed now.
