This week is in the books. Not much happened in the way of my road to recovery. Went for a run last Saturday afternoon and was happy with how it went. Then I started coughing….and kept coughing. Thought, “Oh, wow – that run must’ve taxed my lungs”. Then Sunday comes and my crappy old Garmin Vivoactive says “Hey uh, you’re under high stress, you should chill”. Well, that’s strange I’m just sitting here but you know…you might be right magic watch, I am pretty tired. Can’t believe I’m so out of shape that run knocked me out this much, oh well. (Or so I thought). By Monday, I was a mess. Falling asleep sitting up at my desk, general fatigue, and a weird cough that would occasionally turn into almost vomit (gross, I know). Well, one Covid test later and it all made sense. Summer Covid is not the best and this one has been perplexing. Low-grade fever, cough, body aches, fatigue; all the usual culprits. But this cough…Its ability to make me gag has been bizarre and annoying. Either way, I think the worst has passed and I am restarting my journey again. I think this is the one. Mentally I feel a little different. Still grieving of course. Not sure I’ve had a day this week I didn’t cry. But that’s normal because that’s how I am doing. No one grieves the same. No one can tell you what is normal. So, however, you choose to grieve, whatever comes naturally – THAT IS NORMAL.