The Covid residuals keep paying out – malaise, brain fog, chest slime that doesn’t want to unstick itself from the filaments of my lungs. I’m almost two-weeks out from my exercise routine, each time I attempt it my body doesn’t have the energy to put up the weight, the bar feeling oppressive, my muscles weak and incapable of sustaining the force necessary to complete a set. I was on such a good roll with my latest program, making strength gains I hadn’t seen in awhile, and now I’m losing ground that will take weeks to make up.
Erin continues to be dragged over the Covid coals. Not only wracked by bouts of nausea and exhaustion, she also lost her sense of taste and smell. I rise from bed this morning, she crawls back in.
Outside the temperature cooks around 100 degrees, seemingly everyday, unrelenting. I try to keep everything watered but it is all browned, withered, and scorched. I’d like to rip it all out; it’s such a waste of water and a pain to maintain. We talked about xeriscaping the front, but that isn’t going to happen this year. Somehow the grass still grows in patches and I have to mow, but the thought of being under the sun…I’ll put it off one more day.
Daily writing has taken a hit while maneuvering through Covid land. I completed some work on the next Ghosts post, but have spent the majority of my evening hours resting. Have a busy week coming up, replete with an after-hours site launch. I’m also being forced back into the office (new office) and will be transitioning to that location this coming Friday (there is much to say about this situation and how it has come about, why it has come about, though I’m keeping a tight lip at present). My writing aspirations will likely take another hit but should even out after this. While I’m under no illusions that any of this is of interest to anyone other than myself, I’d like to continue making ground. There is so much room for improvement and the only way to achieve this is through consistent writing.
Here’s to hoping the next week brings some Covid relief for Erin, and continued improvement for myself.
Author: Jason Jacobs
Jason Jacobs is an artist, project manager, and frontend web designer living and working in Boise, Idaho. Beyond work he spends his time with family, as well as reading, writing articles for Uhmm, and working on his art. All words and opinions, etc., are his and do not reflect the positions or beliefs of anyone other than himself.