Well darn!!

Grace and I have always shared everything. Today, on my 72nd birthday, she shared Covid with me! I've just tested positive. In fairness, it just had to happen, didn't it? We've not kept apart, so it was not a case of "will I catch it?", but "when will I?" But our symptoms are pretty mild, so we don't expect it to last long. The worst thing about it is having to keep away from others as much as  possible.

But I'm reminded that this might have happened to us while we were cruising and we hadn't had to return to the marina to get new batteries installed. Isn't it amazing how bad situations can sometimes turn out to be good? We're thankful.

Good timing, or what?

A week after we retuned to the house, Grace went down with some kind of virus; sore throat, cough, headache, fatigue. Covid? Nah. Where had she been, that she could contract that? In the Co-Op? In the boat with an infected electrician the previous week? Nah. He was healthy enough. We had no idea, but then there's no knowing what bugs you're exposed to when you're out and about is there?

She went to bed, head-achy, fatigued, tickly-throated and coughing. Covid? She took a test. Positive! Her symptoms aren't too bad. The worst thing is the tiredness. She's not had Covid before. Nor have I, but I seem to be immune. We're still sharing a bed at night, and I'm with her often during the day, but I feel fine.

But hey! How awful it would have been if this had happened when we were on the cruise we planned to do! Good timing, or what?

Kantara, you and the cruise can wait!