Waiting

So I made a walk to the supermarket to get a small bag of crushed flax. I eat it in my evening yogurt.

Waiting is the nearest feeling, that I feel now. Odd to try to avoid breathing same air as my husband (who is having covid). I am not too delighted for the opportunity to catch the plaque...

Hubby is feeling quite well, with his covid. Coughing and sneezing a bit and sleeping a lot. Having odd peaks of fever every time as the last painkiller medication effect is coming into end.

Dull day, hails and some flakes of snow.
+0c. Snow piles are melting. I blipped this place earlier in winter one evening. There was darker and more snow then!

Susanna