A positive negative

I ate lunch in the dining room today, admiring simple chachkas on the plate rail that usually I don't notice.

Wow. That's all I can say, in one word. I tested negative Monday afternoon, not expecting it because I had one heck of a sinus headache that morning. Yet I was feeling feisty, sick of isolating, and low and behold, I was negative.

OMG, talk about liberty coursing through my veins! I don't mean to make a big deal of this, but I've been positive for SO LONG. I spent the rest of the day doing laundry, lol, and by bedtime I was tuckered out. I slept well, still had a sinus headache this morning, will see my doc tomorrow. My beloved feels much better, but he tested today and is still quite positive, which was a big negative for him. One of these days we'll both be done with covid, and the month of July (and part of early August) will only be a memory.

I've been listening to a lot of music lately; yesterday and today have been a Kate Bush bonanza. I first heard her music when I was just starting high school, her album The Dreaming released in 1982. While folding laundry earlier today I played Hounds of Love, from 1985, which struck me as being one year shy of four decades old! My goodness, that seems impossible, about how I felt this time last week about not being positive for covid, and how my hubby feels now. Neither of those albums sounds dated, although I wouldn't say that about her first couple. Yet by 1982, Kate had matured (at the ripe old age of twenty-four, whoa!), making music that blew my fifteen-year-old mind, setting inside me a dream to one day travel to Britain. Funny how that wish came true only fifteen years later.

I mention Kate because, well, music means a lot to me, my first love well before I starting writing. Being sick, then bored, I delved into my digital music collection, and once through with my playlists, I dived into fave artists, like Roxy Music, Joan Armatrading, Fleetwood Mac, and Camera Obscura to name a few. In listening to Kate Bush, I was transported far back into my life, which when juxtaposed with Present Me felt.... Not particularly aging, quite cathartic actually. Enjoying songs from decades past, I was heartened by how modern the music sounded, how timeless. Roxy Music is like that too, but I didn't get into them until after I met my husband.

Tomorrow I will hang out in my office, making revisions on a few of my novels. I'll probably do some laundry. I might even sit in the living room and handstitch! Hopefully I will incorporate music in some of those tasks, maybe not the revisions, but certainly the sewing and laundry. I am exceedingly grateful for good health, and grudgingly I acknowledge the downtime as its own essential element. And one of these days I hope to start book 5 of my series. The notes are out of quarantine and, hehehe, so am I!