February 13, 2020-
I had what we knew, back in Saugus, as the gryppe, for five days. The muscle aches that are the last thing to go, are being actively treated with essential oils, CBD cream and, just for an extra measure, Triflora.
I haven’t been ill in quite some time, before this episode. As it wasn’t Coronavirus, or the flu, I count myself lucky. Still, it’s an annoyance to have sore muscles. We go on, though, and with the angels-both human and ethereal, who surround me, there is a likelihood of being back in full form, very shortly.
Yet, even human angels can fall victim to such illnesses. I speak, in this case, of a dedicated community servant here, who came down with the flu- a day before being one of the leads at a Valentine’s Day event, for hospitalized veterans. This person will recover, and there will be other events at which she will preside. It may be the ignominy of “failing” the vets, but being a veteran myself, I can say that no one will attach any shame to her focusing on self-recovery.
A person, whom I regard as my best friend, has been there for me constantly, over the past six years. I have reciprocated, several times, but neither of us are keeping score. Others here have been similarly solicitous and helpful-and again, I am careful to pay it back-or forward.
It’s just what happens, with the angels in each other’s midst.