Streak Broken! But It’s All Good

[Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Fifty Nine]

I missed writing / publishing yesterday because I was in bed for twenty four hours.

Still no fever, but really sick.

Slept with a thermometer next to my bed because the perimenopause hot flashes and night sweats made me think I had a fever, but whenever I took my temperature, it was normal.

But first the news:

• THOUSANDS SIGN UP TO DONATE BREAST MILK IN COVID ANTIBODIES STUDY
• FIRST WEEKLY DROP IN CORONAVIRUS INFECTIONS SINCE EARLY JULY
• ROTTERDAM TO BEGIN FINING FACE MASK VIOLATORS FROM SUNDAY

I went back to bed at eleven in the morning yesterday… and woke up at thirteen thirty, knowing I just missed a friend’s visit. (Hi, B!) I tried to rally, to call her back, to get out of bed and get going.

Instead, I fell back asleep.

And slept until seven something. Texted P for the thermometer. No fever. Back to sleep. Woke up at seven in the morning. Back to sleep.

Woke at ten.

And felt like I could totally close my eyes and fall back asleep, but this time my stomach grumbled.

That was new.

I managed to get out of bed feeling a million times better than the previous day.

But, yeah, broke the daily posting streak.

I’m okay if the cost was a healing sleep.