the covid saga: the plot thickens!

 Paul now has a scratchy throat and isn't feeling well.  I was hoping he would sail through this Round Two, but apparently not.  It's running rampant in our county.  Here are the latest local numbers:

Less are hospitalized than yesterday, so that's a good sign, 12 vaccinated and 9 unvaccinated.  

So our new little vortex of sickness came from a few directions at the same time, we don't know who to blame for it (although according to my kind reader Pat, it is all my fault)(sorry, can't NOT be snarky!).  Imagine if everyone who got sick tried to figure out who they got it from, and blamed them...here in our little county in rural New York State, the vaccinated are getting new cases WAY more, and are hospitalized more too, but you won't see me finger pointing, no, we are all God's people.  :)  

Margaret and Adrian, Evelyn, and the little boys came over yesterday and we made chicken soup, with the bread Margaret made.  They have been afflicted by the same sickness, a few days ahead of us, the boys a much milder version that only lasted a few days each.  

We surprised Margaret with an absolutely beautiful new violin, ( which Emily and Mariel pitched in for too), because she had an old student violin, and is very gifted in playing.  She was stunned, she took it out of the case, and it would make you cry, how beautifully she can play it.  The tone is so rich, just wonderful.  Camille got her violin out, and they played for a few hours!  

So I had a low grade fever again in the night, and am stuffy, ears very full, making me dizzy.  I have a bit of a cough, but not really deep in the chest, more in the throat, like cough a few times, clear things up, and it's better.  Overall, I think I'm getting better.  I managed to do this yesterday:

Covid cookies, anyone?

The thing is, I know this is a serious illness, that the original version was quite harsh, and I know that some of my dear readers have suffered tremendous losses from Covid, and I don't want to be lighthearted and undermine that.  But it seems this newer Omnicron is much milder, and some see it almost as a gift:  providing antibodies without attacking the lungs.  

Anyway.  The lazy dogs are snoring away, the little fake heater is humming away, comforting me with it's little fake flames, and the snow is falling like a snow globe outside.  The house is bright with the snow, and it's nice in here.  I know there are cookies out there, but I have not eaten any, not even a taste of the batter when I made them.  I made them for the kids, and they loved them.  They liked the ones with no chocolate chips, just sprinkles, best.  

I'm still on my first cup of coffee, as I got a late start today, don't hate me, I totally went back to bed this morning.  I got up at six, got dressed, brought my pillow out here to the living room, put a sheet and comforter on the couch, and bam, fell back to sleep.  I had to get up and do some coughing, and then was tired again, I guess.  It felt fantastic to just be lazy though.  

It's not a good blogging day for me.  I keep getting distracted...maybe I'll try again later...