MenoSundays; Life Lived Lovingly

I want to take today to simply offer thanks for all the messages, public and otherwise, of support and Love received with regard to this recent infection of COVID that has knobbled me. 

Several voiced concerns about me being in a van while unwell, but I say here, as I did individually, that being unwell in Grey has been nurturing and, in many ways, better than being in the Hutch—mainly because everything is within reach (that was required). It is an ideal isolation capsule. What is more, I am able to sit where I can still enjoy the environment, fling open all the doors and generally gain healing from nature in a way that would not be possible from the flat. Something else to consider is this... I have been able, with masks and warnings, to interact with passers-by (and their dogs), and had I been in real need of assistance, I could have easily gained it. In the Hutch, I see no one from one end of the week to the other.

Although I returned to Dunoon for a recuperation period, I did not go to the Hutch except to run a laundry, shower, and collect mail. Disturbing symptoms are lingering and I continue to test positive. However, I will do a full "medical report" in due course for the record of the blog, which is my journal, with as much update on current research as I can find. I'm wearing masks again with no care for the looks folk give. 

Although still a tad groggy (and getting lots of extra kip), I had to get on the road again. I met up with Mac1 in Balfron yesterday, and am now isolating in part of the great forest around these parts for a few days. It may mean being offline for the duration too, so fret not if I seem AWOL.

As Gail pointed out to me, I have tested Grey through truly foul weather and now foul health, and he's coming up trumps! Do not doubt it, peeps—van life is for me!

Thank you, again, dear reader's, for all the good vibes. May you all keep healthy and free of the lurgy!