(Saturday, July 27, 2024)
After six vaccines and the official end of the pandemic, I did not expect to get covid. But I have it, and it is on a steep rise in Minnesota.
My cough is gone yet it is hard to breathe, which I connect with my father’s lung issues that send him to the ER at least once a month. I don’t need to see a doctor, but I am sad from five days of isolation. I had to order groceries online today for the first time since 2022. I also had to order another box of antigen tests from UCare (free). At least I am alive, recovering.
The day I first tested positive my daily tarot card was the Tower. The next day it was Death. Today it was the Empress, which cheers me up considerably, even though I tested positive again today. This time the positive line was much lighter than the quick, dark line on my first test, so the virus must be in decline.
I am meeting with Victoria’s Dream Circle tomorrow. Her new book arrived yesterday. I have been thinking about making my own book since Cullan asked me if I would write one when I retired. In my twenties I worked on a children’s book but never finished it. I have created books out of clay in the last few years. I don’t know what direction this will go, if any, but I will ask my dream guides about it. This makes me think about poet Emerson.
