I am often surprised by the amount of mail that’s waiting for us at home after being away for our usual ten days. However, the six hefty piles waiting for us after nine months was staggering. It took me half a day to plough through them. It also created an awful lot of recycling.
Not that that was all I did. Today, being Day 2, was a time for cotton bud swabbing of our throats and packing tests off for the lab.
The girls, on the other hand, had the biggest surprise this morning. At about 7am, Sue knocked at the front door. I’d asked her if she’d mind taking them for a walk while we were in isolation or ‘iso’, as it appears to now be called in certain business circles.
At the knock, Emma, obviously, went mad, barking and carrying on. She quickly raced into the library and jumped onto the window sill. Then, when she saw who it was, Emma’s territorial instincts were instantly supplanted by the most intense squealing and shaking I think I’ve ever seen. It would be fair to say that she remembered Sue. I’m fairly sure she has never been as excited to see us.
Something else Emma hasn’t forgotten is the glory of an FSI. She managed to earn herself a bath when they returned home, something she didn’t like. Mind you, we both preferred the laundry sink to the shower stall we had to use in Vendelsö. But it didn’t stop her shivering in the dog bed.
Freya, of course, was fine and perfectly normal. She was happy to see Sue and Pip and Maud and happily trotted away in her usual considered manner. Upon their return, she took up her usual position on a red chair behind me and was almost instantly asleep.
Poor Sue seems to be suffering from the so-called Long Covid. She had Covid over a year ago and has never really recovered. This is awful for someone so healthy. She now gets exhausted brushing her teeth, as holding her toothbrush is too tiring.
Speaking of Covid, I read a story today about a guy who was vehemently anti-vaccine. He believed it was a conspiracy and refused to have it. He didn’t believe in the plague and defiantly joined the mobs of the loony fringes of society in shouting about 5G and placebo.
Well, he caught Covid-19 and died. Almost his final words were, “I wish I could go back and do things differently.”
There’s also the Los Angeles Hill Song member who was a proud, god fearing, anti-vaxxer who died. I’m not sure which is crazier, but he died in ICU and asked everyone to pray for him. I’m guessing it was the prayer that finished him off.
A study in 2006 showed that people in intensive care suffered greater mortality rates when they were prayed for than those who were not.
“Patients who knew they were being prayed for had a higher rate of post-operative complications like abnormal heart rhythms, perhaps because of the expectations the prayers created, researches have suggested.”Carey, Benedict, New York Times, March 31, 2006
In the meanwhilst, as the Sydney lockdown continues to grow apace, I heard a report on the radio this morning about an illegal funeral where, of the 50 people attending, 45 of them have been diagnosed with Covid-19. I’m assuming that didn’t include the guest of honour.
But enough Covid News, here’s a photo of the hydrangeas outside my office window instead.