A late letter this week, on top of last week’s skipped one. I have good reason: after two-plus years, Julia and I finally got covid.
We’re both okay. We rebounded from fatigue and body aches and by this past weekend felt well enough to not have to cancel a camping trip we’d planned for our one-year anniversary. We spent two nights sleeping under a forest of beech and red pine, lit a small fire on the shore of Lake Michigan (my first beach fire), and saw Top Gun Maverick at a favorite drive-in theater. The trip put necessary distance between us and the news. Helped reorient me toward long goals and small steps.
