On Monday, the 22nd of May, the weather was warm with wall to wall sunshine. Normally, I would have made sure to finish work as early as possible and then go for a good, long walk, or meet up with my Mum and sister for ice creams, or do something else that spells SUMMER.
But I was still testing positive, and although I felt better, I was not really well yet. Therefore, I did not leave the house at all after I'd worked for 7 hours.
Tuesday (May 23) was similar in terms of sunshine and temperature. The positive line on my test was barely visible, and I was able to work well, resting for a while on my bed during my lunch break.
After work, my sister came visiting, bringing a savoury snack and cake for dessert. We enjoyed both and then went for a walk - my first in a week! We went to the cemetery, which was just about the right distance for me. It felt good and I could tell I was definitely on the mend.
I was scheduled for a course at work on Wednesday, the 24th of May. Thankfully, it was all online; I would not have felt up for a whole day at the office just yet, including the train trips there and back with all that entails.
My test was now negative, and after having sat at my computer for about 7 hours, a walk was just what I needed. That day must have been Ginger Cat Day - I saw four cats in four different places, all of them ginger. None of them was interested in talking to me, though! They were far too busy observing blackbirds, and one was having a stand-off with a magpie right there on the pavement. Only when I was about two feet away did the cat disappear under a hedge and the magpie fly away.
The thermometer reached 22 Celsius (71.6 F) on Thursday (May 25). I was still working from home, considering it best not to risk a relapse. Afterwards, I visited my Mum, and we spent a pleasant couple of hours on her balcony, enjoying the evening sun and the meal my Mum made for us.
It would have been my Opa's 109th birthday, and both the red wine and the meal (sauerkraut with mashed spuds and Wiener sausages) were what he would have liked. You can read my Mum's guest post about my Opa (her dad) here.
By Friday, May 26th, I was certain that my first ever bout of Covid was over, testing perfectly negative for the 2nd day and having only a bit of a cough left.
O.K. arrived at around 9:30 pm, and we made a quick dash into town, having something to eat and drink at the "Brew Days". This festival is supposed to focus on beer and breweries, but among the many stalls there were only two selling beer, and they both belonged to the same brewery. The rest was wine, cocktails, and all sorts of food. A band was playing on the stage, and there was a good crowd - not too many people to make one feel uneasy, just right. We stayed for a couple of hours before calling it a day.
The weekend was very summerly and deserves its own post.