Dear Liza,
We have been hearing about Covid-19 since …. Well, since 2019. It was a rare virus out of China, our then-President emphasized. Couldn’t possibly get here. Like most things, he got it wrong. Then all heck broke loose.
So I wish I understood how, nearly four years and three vaccines later, I finally caught the darn thing.
There’s not much to write about having Covid. I’m avoiding breathing on my dear people, leaning on furniture when I walk anywhere, and feeling generally stupid. Forgetful. Foggy.
I’m listening to Agatha Christie books read by Hugh Frasier on Audible, which I enjoy because of Madame Christie’s wonderful writing and Mr. Frasier’s magnificent voice. But I can’t hold a clue in my head, so the endings are always a surprise. And that’s okay, too.
And nothing tastes or smells like anything. I’ve tried pickles, mustard, vanilla extract, onions, chocolate chip cookies, and roast turkey. It all tastes like my own mouth, it all smells like air. Blech.
I hope/pray/have great confidence that this will pass. I’ll keep you posted.
Enjoy some Christmas yummies for me!
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 
I’m sorry to write this but, I thought I found a wonderful sharing quilting site and now you are making it political. Can’t we just share and sew? No president, past or present has made you sick.
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Hello,
I’m sorry if I appeared to blame the former President for my illness. It was not intentional, my phrasing is no doubt affected by brain fog. I’m also sad that I am not the purely quilting site you were searching for: my blogs are letters to my granddaughter, and include whatever I am doing … travel, quilting, writing, or being sick.
I wish you well.
Judy
Sent from my iPad
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