Saturday

 I am enjoying the heatwaves. I know from the small blog circle I follow that not many people do.  I cannot think of one who does.   I act in a sensible way and stay indoors out of the heat and I do not try to do otherwise.   I go out as early as I can for my newspaper, depending on what time I have the energy to get up. 

I met my friend C for our Saturday rendezvous.  It was especially good today as I went over the garden party of last Saturday.  She knows all the people involved but as you know she was absent.  It took over an hour of discussion. 

We eventually got back to our week's activities, human conditions, and then we got on to the current political situation.  All in all our analyses took almost three hours. 

I wore shorts and a tee shirt.  This is acceptable for the supermarket café.  

When I returned home I immediately began rearranging furniture.  I am not pregnant.  I seem to recall that major events like furniture rearranging can relate to pregnancy and nesting but I could be wrong.  Maybe it is just change in life.  C messaged me to say she was cleaning the fridge.  We energised one another. 

I have just turned a corner in the Long Covid and Thursday appeared to be that day.  I am hoping.  I cleaned for the first time in three months, other than cursory clean of the toilet seat during that time. 

I rearranged the furniture in the breakfast room, swept first, mopped and cleaned the room and every inch of the toilet.  I have not been able to do this since May 22nd when I returned from Azerbaijan, two days after which I went down with Covid.  For the next 10 weeks I have been unable to lift my arms or stir my porridge. A seat has appeared in the otherwise barren kitchen to save me when on the verge of collapse.  I took the Turkish rug outside and it is on the lawn.  I thrashed it and beat it. 

 Last Thursday I felt better all of a sudden. The troll will be checking this on his Apple Watch to see if three month long covid is by definition possible. 

I don't care about that, I am pleased to feel better and I can walk between rooms without pausing for breath. 

I have a hula hoop that has been delivered from Amazon.  That is the next thing to do and then I take up hula hooping and see if I can do it.  I was whizz at it as a teenager.   The hula hoop comes as a kit and I have to join it up to form a hoop. 

I have taken two days to tell you about the recovery and I probably should have waited longer but it is exciting to be able to walk through the house without near collapse and be free of  not knowing how I will feel when I wake up, whether the heart will pulse fast and whether I will sweat so much I cannot walk and whether I will have the energy to stand out of the bed.  I am keeping fingers crossed that this is not a false dawn and that I have recovered.   

Cro has suggested that the troll may be a AI robot.  If only that were true.  Sadly I know this is not the case.   He has been stalking me for 10 years.   He is definitely a he and not a she and he loves to fact check and run his own ChatGPT. His latest bit of enjoyment for himself via his techy watch.    It's a bit like the handover from Malaysian air traffic control to Vietnam on flight number MH370 that never actually happened.  I wish he would leave me alone but as the great and the good say "I can't be bothered with you" so I gain strength from that message of other bloggers and friends.   Never doubt yourself.