It’s been a few weeks since i wrote the first part of this entry. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing and done right before a week long trip to Texas; the first time i’d seen my friends and family in seven years. And no sooner did i get back then western Oregon and Washington had the worst air quality in the world- literally. This put my lungs under duress which meant that there was a high chance that bronchitis would set in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And it did. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Typically when this happens, i run a fever and have body aches for a day and then the next day i’m mostly okay but start coughing up chunks for a few weeks to months. This is one of the two major reasons why i try to exercise on a semi regular basis- for lung and heart health. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But something odd happened this time; I quit smelling anything and my sense of taste was shot. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Long story made short, i’d contracted Covid. Sigh… fine. It was just a matter of time i guess. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had to work from home for a week even though i was largely asymptomatic (the fever and body aches lasted about two and a half days) but losing my taste and smell was a miserable experience. Thankfully i’m one of those people that believes in science, medicine and when i don’t understand something, i go to someone that’s studied (among other things) molecular biology for several years and get their advice. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m back to normal for the most part. My energy level has been absolutely shot, though. I think i’ve exercised only three times in the last two weeks, i haven’t been inclined to paint at all and even gaming bores me. I managed to mow my back yard for the last time this year and my hatred of moles has grown exponentially. I used to have a humble, well manicured back yard. Now it looks like a re-enactment of the Battle of Verdun as interpreted by moles. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dear moles. If you ever read this, you are all buttholes. Giant, gaping earth burrowing BUTTHOLES!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As to why i’m writing tonight. I need to get back into the habit of writing but i also needed to say that i know i didn’t finish my previous entry. In so many ways, i don’t even want to acknowledge this time of my life anymore but at the same time, not only did i promise a decade ago that i would tell the story but i want to send a very clear and unambiguous message to anyone that’s toying with the idea of being in a polyamorous relationship. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We endured what was perhaps the most miserable summer of the twenty or so years i’ve been through since i moved to the pacific northwest this year. While it’s common to have about 3 solid weeks of unbearable heat in August\/ September, this year the unbearable heat started in July and the rains were a month late. As i type this, autumn has finally set in, we’re back on normal time, the ground is lush and green and the sky is usually a heavy grey canvas with rents of ultramarine and cobalt blue between the clouds. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I slept 9 hours last night; something i haven’t done in months if not years. I kind of want to see if i can do it again tonight ’cause like i said, since i’ve gotten over covid 19, my energy has just been absolutely shot. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oh- before i forget, the next post can no longer be called ‘Nearly ten years later’. That particular anniversary passed a few weeks ago. I don’t even remember the date although i \/think\/ it was the 12th of October. It was remembered in passing and with a sigh of relief. If i were drinking these days, i’d have raised a toast to myself. Since I’m no longer drinking (at least until Thanksgiving but most likely, until the end of the year), you’ll have to drink for me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n