5 January 2018
We have succumbed to the crap weather Benson is having… both of us have colds or maybe the flu and generally feel like the world has turned against us. The Admiral found she can’t lie flat in bed so she’s taken up residence in her recliner along with half the blankets and afghans we own. Plus a red & black scarf wrapped round her head for good measure. I can’t even bring myself to tease her about it. She really is in bad shape and it appears it may have morphed into bronchitis. Again.
A couple of the residents we’ve talked to (keeping a safe distance!) say most of the park has a bad cold. We usually avoid these things by simply keeping our distance from the Club House for special events and entertainment. But this time it came after us. Might as well blame WalMart since I blame them for most things anyway.
When I started this note I had something I wanted to cover but all the intervening months tossed that into the void of not great memory! I’ll just start a new post.