Señora and I were running around the other day, remembering I needed a charging cable for my phone, we stopped by Wally World. On the way out we passed a Christmas display causing me to “sing” out loud, somewhat sarcastically, “Fra la la la – la la la.”
Señora’s almost immediate reaction was to say, “You really should not do that in public.”
I disingenuously asked, “What?”
“You really should not sing in public,” she elaborated.
“I thought you liked it when I made a ‘joyful’ noise?”
“I do, at the house, not in public.”
“Well,” I said in a huff, “that is one of the meaner things you have said to me.”
“I am just trying to protect you,” she went on.
“Protect me from what?”
“I would not want to see you pelted with rotten tomatoes. It makes doing the laundry tough.”
“It will be a while before you hear me sing again,” I heard the pouting me say.
Was that a long sigh of contentment I just heard coming from Señora’s direction?
The beginning of last week Señora became very ill. We thought she was having an attack of sinusitis or possibly the flu. A few days into it, she lost her sense of taste. Despite having had both doses of the Moderna vaccine, she tested positive for COVID. After a miserable weekend she had the infusion treatment Monday, and she is improving. She remains very fatigued and is still missing the flavor of food.
