I just received an email today from my friend that was in the hospital with Covid. Her description of what it was like to have this virus in the hospital basement read like a horror movie. I was sickened by the details. It's really sad to hear how overworked the medical workers are now. It sounded so frightening and lonely. My heart goes out to her. I sent her a Christmas card and a check for groceries. Thankfully, she has neighbors and family that are helping to keep her stocked up with food. Simple things like vacuuming and dusting are very hard for patients like her who are now home on oxygen. She also worries about losing power. My prayers are with her.
I made donations to a couple of charities, and wrote out checks to dancers that I thought probably could really use money to buy food. I hope it helps. Just making a delicious dinner can really lift your spirits.
Yesterday I put together a homemade pizza; it was delicious! I made the sauce the day before, so that all of the flavors and seasonings could blend together and mature. It was therapeutic to make the dough. There is something about kneading flour, oil, yeast, and water that is very grounding. I have enough dough, sauce, and cheese in the fridge to make three more pizzas. Yum!
After reading about my friend's harrowing experience, I am going to wear two masks, and have decided not converse with people who don't wear one, even outside. I just don't want to take the risk. Do you know anyone who has had Covid?
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