Another full and busy couple of weeks for us. You may remember from my last post that I wasn't feeling well and stayed home from work on a Monday. I was feeling better, and went to work on Tuesday.
|~No more staying home for me?~|
However my van had other plans, and I became a roadside casualty, in one of the worst places. Thankfully, thanks to a county sheriff, and a quick arriving tow-truck driver within a couple of hours my van and I were safely at the repair shop, and a friend brought me home to wait for the diagnosis on my van. That news wouldn't come until the next day.
What didn't wait was the diagnosis that my brother tested positive for covid. He'd come home from work not feeling well 3-4 days earlier, and I'd told him in my best sister-voice to "stay away from me." I guess it didn't work - Because without my even taking a test, we decided that despite my few symptoms, I'd probably had covid as well - thanks to my brother. Although I was feeling much better, our office protocol meant that I needed stay home. So I didn't return to work until this past Monday, 12 days later.
Maybe my van breaking down at that same time was a blessing in disguise, I don't know. But I do know that other than a little cough, I'm fine, no temperature or lasting symptoms. My brother has tested negative and my van has also recovered. However we find ourselves having to consider a new vehicle for me. With all the driving I do, I need reliable transportation, and my van keeps letting me down.
The dogs of course don't care about any of that. And Todd didn't care about keeping his coat on in the single digit temperatures - He just wanted a cookie!
And Tiggy the cat, Todd and Jack didn't care that I'd just made up the bed.
But a kind friend did care that I was having a bad week, and sent a me a little bit of summer in the middle of winter. I'm reminded to be grateful for my kind and thoughtful friends. ❤