Today I am getting outside for the first time since mid-February! After self-isolating for a month, I caught the Covid-19 virus (presumably from my husband, who was still working and out and about through several states) After spending five days in the hospital, I returned home and have been recuperating ever since. I thought I'd bounce back, but it's been a long, slow process getting well again, including frequent telehealth calls from my doctor and calls from my state's health workers as part of their research. YOU DO NOT WANT TO CATCH THIS VIRUS ... wear your masks and rubber gloves, social distance, and please don't go out unless you must.
(And today, I must.) As a treat, and to celebrate my recuperation, hubby is taking me for a ride along the seacoast (the beaches are all closed, so no getting out of the car) and then he'll stop to pick up a to-go order at our favorite seafood restaurant, then home to feast. If all goes well and I survive today's activitiy, he'll return to work tomorrow - he's really getting antsy, he needs to keep busy. (While he's been home, he's kept me supplied with killer bananna bread, meatloaf, anf other culinary delights.) I've been making him masks with removable filters for his return to work life. I will not leave the house again for a long, long time - I'm Covid-shy now. But I've plenty of books to read, family photos to continue digitizing, and extended-family genealogical research to keep me busy at home!
Interestingly enough, in my state, the largest percentage of Covid-19 sufferers are in the 50-59 age bracket; and the next-largest is the 20-29 bracket. Don't think it's just an old peoples' disease! Stay safe, please!