I got sick. And you know me I so seldom get sick that when I do I am FELLED. The nights are so long in Canmore this time of year. And there is only a tiny bit of sun in the morning before it drops behind the mountain peaks. But I noticed none of this for a while, wrapped up in pain and fever, keeping to myself, trying not to infect any other members of the little family living in the tiny basement flat I was sharing.
We walked every day though. Not for too long, but it always felt good to get some fresh air and push my body a bit. But when I was not walking my head was muddled and anxious from the fever and I could not focus on things, dropping in and out of sleep. I cannot believe I succumbed so fast.
I managed to get myself all the way back home yesterday, from Canmore to central Illinois, my face wrapped in a big scarf. My bags on my back. It took eleven hours. But the return went smoothly. Every plane and train and station had people hacking and coughing into their tissues. Blowing their noses and burying their faces into their scarves.
I will be brief as I am still not well. I cannot go near the pigs for fear of them catching this which makes me feel even sicker – usually the first thing I do is pull on my clown suit and go check the stock.
Maybe later on today.
I hope you are all well. I missed you.