it's over

I was—am—sick. My older son came and brought presents and tested Matt and me. Too soon to tell re Covid, but I had a cough and a fever and a headache and felt worse than usual, a lot worse, and I could not talk. Matt understood me so that helped.

John brought us Christmas dinner and Matt and I ate very well, at least he did. It all tasted like cardboard to me . But we lit a candle..

Not much better yesterday (the 26th),worse, in fact—cough and throat and sinus—I f guess it’s a cold.

I feel too awful to feel sorry for myself.

I just want to sleep.

Wake me when it’s over.