February really hasn’t gone according to plan. Shortly after my last post, Gavin came down with a cold. Then I got it. Then I got it really bad. Then I ended up in the hospital for four days with bad Pneumonia. I’m alive, thanks to some very heavy-duty antibiotics and the excellent care I received in the Intensive Care Unit at Sutter Coast Hospital in Crescent City, California. I got home Friday, but I feel like I have a way to go before I’m back to my old self. Erik took some emergency leave and flew home Thursday. It has been wonderful to have him home; he is such a wonderful cook and he has taken over all of the household duties, so I can pretty much lay around and eat bon-bons and hack and cough to my heart’s content. Which is good, because about all I can do is lay around and hack and cough.
I’m looking forward to regaining a bit of energy. There are definite signs of spring in the air; the daffodils are in bloom, and the fruit trees are starting to bud out. I want to be out in the dirt.
*Edited to add* I forgot to mention that the baby is fine. He/she shows no sign of distress.