well, the good thing is:

I might be able to lose a few pounds!  Weight loss, the underlying battle I've waged for years now, might just have gotten easier, as I can't taste anything, so black coffee, yeah!  

Is it apparent that I'm desperately trying to look on the bright side of this?  I absolutely hate not being able to taste and smell.  There is just such a vacancy!  The pleasure in that first sip of hot creamy coffee, I hope that comes back...

Dinner last night:  sizzling skirt steak tortillas, with all the yummies for toppings.  Margaret and Sonja made dinner, I could hear the steak sizzling, but I couldn't smell it!  I ate a few bites, but it almost feels wasteful to eat it when I can't enjoy it!  So I had leftover chicken soup.  I had some popcorn, which is still fun to crunch, if you like chomping on styrofoam.  

In the big Covid scheme of things though, these complaints are teeny tiny annoyances.  I'm thankful we're doing all right, of course, and that my lungs are still clear.  It's the old how can I complain about THIS when THIS is happening...we can always minimalize our own sufferings because they are nothing compared to what someone else is going through...but at the end of the day, they are still our sufferings.  

I had a tired mom say to me once, "I can't believe I'm complaining about lack of sleep to you, when I have only one child."  What?!  Tired is tired!  You are entitled to your fatigue!  It's not nothing, just because you're comparing it!  

Anyway.  You'd think I'd drunk an entire bottle of Off On A Tangent.  

I read my daughters a few of the comments from readers, and the said they agreed that they don't like when I'm political, they can see where the commenters are coming from.  Fair enough.  I don't always like me, either.  But, I told them, when I sit down and write, the only way I can really do it is to imagine NO ONE reading it.  I just write what I think, and that's it.  I can't sit here and try to decide what would please whom, or I would freeze up.     

The funny thing is that I actually hate politics.  I do.  I mostly care that we're allowed to live in freedom, go where we want to go, do what we want to do....say what we want to say...and I realize that when you put yourself out there, there will always be push-back.   The pulling my mask down while I sipped my coffee in the airport being equated with a levity toward Covid, killing all the grandmas.  If there was a grandma within twenty feet of me, I'd do anything to protect that grandma.  I remember after my mother died, I was in K-Mart, and the old lady in front of me had hands like my mother's...old, wrinkled hands, and I just stood there crying, I wanted to reach out and hold one of those hands, it was weird and freaky.  Old people break my heart, and of course I don't want them to get sick and die.  Sick babies seem to be all my fault too, and Lord knows I couldn't love babies more.  

It's rainy and icy here in central NY state.  The orange kitty wanted to go out, I opened the door and he ran out onto the deck, sliding sideways, it was SO funny.  We're getting more snow later in the day, it's not like we're going anywhere ha.  

I do feel better than yesterday, stuffy, but not too shabby.  I hope to heal up quickly, as there is a teeny tiny Florida trip coming up at the end of the month with some daughters of mine, who are kind enough to include their old mama in their vacation plans!  Remember we had tickets to Hawaii, which were cancelled back when all the airlines first cancelled so many flights?  The girls have time off, so we're just going to Florida....:)