Still after all these years, hanging in here.

 It's still rough.  My husband is trying to get over COVID but it's a horror.  He still feels very bad and it has been weeks.  He's still very weak.  Two of my friends are out of the hospital, one is on long-term oxygen and the other I don't know how she's doing.  I only keep up with her on Facebook, but I heard she went home.  The other friend passed away last weekend.  The funeral was Wednesday.  She leaves behind a husband in his 50s, 3 daughters and 7 young grandchildren.  It's heartbreaking.  

Along with all this, our scheduled bathroom remodel has begun this week.  I was told it would take 3-4 days, but it's day 4 and there's no end in site yet.  Sometime next week, I assume.   Having workmen in your house all day is kind of stressful, plus my work has been crazy.  We are short-handed and the work pace is frantic.   

I'm trying to hang in there - a phrase I have used off and on for many years on this blog.   

It's been kind of rough.

 My husband had a pretty difficult time with Covid.  He did not (so far) have to go to the hospital but there was one night he would have asked me to take him but decided he didn't feel strong enough to go.  He lost 20 pounds in 14 days, despite my going to the store pretty much every day to find things he would be able to eat.  At this time, I've got a couple of friends and an acquaintance in the hospital, a dear friend who just got out of the hospital and is going to have to be on oxygen for quite a while.  It's rough out there.  Two of my friends are on ventilators.   My mother-in-law is not doing well at all and we can't go over there or do anything much to help.  It's been a frustrating, stressful time.