Under the Weather
We seem to be living in a rather pleasant after-’flu little world, Jeese and I. And Louise, too, if its rights are somewhat indirect.
We pop and our major shopping centers to keep ourselves provided the necessities and a little luxury, and slowly build our Christmas and winter goodies. There is no haste in it.
We potter in the house doing our separate things, once again, without haste.
And most importantly, we keep warm and comfortable, to hasten the end of our flu.
Jesse is doing better than I do of course but made no objection to my suggestion that he still needs to take it easy. I shall be revised to consult and work to what extent we are in recovery. It is proposed on good authority from a typical winter flu-related cough lasts an average of eight weeks. I hope some of the gap that figure because I can not see either one of us the management aspects cabin fever convalescent very well.
After considerable delay Jesse secured a visit to the garage door of the man. It fixed the problem, and it is hard, but it seems that there are vital parts missing and we’d better plan for an early replacement. It just happens (not by chance you love?) That guy has an ‘ex-display "covers about one third of the cost of a new one. "Just the right size," it would seem. Jesse made a verbal arrangement to have the work done before Christmas, on the strict understanding that the replacement must be in very good order mechanically and decoratively. It is a task he will be happy to check his list.
Another important task is to get all available financial subsidies for the insulation of our house. It is now with our local MP. We’ll get there. Complicated, yes.
Summarizes the day, do. Pleasant, but too complicated.