Spot the difference

[cosmolinguist]

D woke up this morning with sinus pain and throat pain. He had a negative LFT this morning and another one tonight though.

Being so conscientious about avoiding covid has meant we've had very little illness of any kind though, so it made for an unsettled evening. He was looking his worst when I got home from Leeds (this away day could've been a productive one-hour workshop on Teams) at 6pm. He's still sleeping on his own on the day bed tonight though: even if he doesn't need to quarantine himself, it's often nicer to sleep by yourself when you're sick. I was happy to make up the bed for him and reassemble the things that were last like that when I was recovering from the broken ankle: the little table for your book or water bottle, he can put his laptop on it to watch movies; the lamp we bought for me in this situation which has since been repurpose went back to its original location.

Even making the bed for him reminded me of this time almost a year ago -- the impending traumaversaries of the next month or so were the topic of my counseling session yesterday, so it's been more to the forefront of my mind anyway (and my ankle was annoyingly painful at lunchtime today, in a way it hasn't been for months).

I made the bed again reminding myself of how different this situation was. It's okay if I'm sad or shaken by the similarities, but I'm relieved that they're dwarfed by the differences.