I’m pretty sure I’m already infected.
If the letters from the past six weeks have seemed a little stale and boring, it’s probably because I don’t remember anything aside from the sniffling, coughing, vomit, diarrhea, and fevers.
Even in retrospect, I haven’t really worked out how many unique viruses we’ve passed around to each other…maybe at least three? There was this season’s flu and at least two colds. There was a couple of days after about three weeks where we were all close to normal, seemingly in the clear. I still remember thinking, “Wow it is going to feel so good with everyone back in good health and not needing to quarantine anyone.” Then of course we got a cold that came along with pink eye.
But now, finally, we are almost all there. I’m the laggard still sporting a pink eye and lingering cough, yet I can still taste the sweet freedom of good health. I can’t wait because my hands are wearing thin from all the anti-bacterial soap and hand-washing.
Somewhere in there your mother started research on the “eczema diet” to help curtail all the steroids and medicine we use on your skin. After hours of reading, she’s now spending hours ordering the appropriate groceries and cooking that food for you. It actually seems to be paying off because your skin is as good as it has ever been. Then again, your dog is also with Aunt Eliza for a few weeks, so maybe that has something to do with it.