This tree was by the water, amid the snow.
I am increasingly convinced that my “covid vaccine hangover” has overlapped with the onset of some other issue. I’m past the fever and chills problem but I still experience periodic bouts of nausea and upset stomach. I wonder if maybe I’ve just reverted to old gut-related stress-reactions (gastroenteritis) such as I suffered so much in my 20’s and 30’s. I’ve been feeling overwhelmingly stressed with Arthur lately, too. At this point, no single utterance of mine is understood on the first attempt. Yet he basically seems to take the stance that “problem belong you” (in his adaptation of PNG pidgin – meaning his not understanding me is my problem, not his), and mostly finds it amusing when he misconstrues what I’m trying to say and decides that that thing that he’s understood is more meaningful or important than what I was actually trying to say. It’s like instead of having a conversation with him, I’m just providing some loosely-structured, improvisational prompts for a neverending conversation he’s having with himself.
[daily log: walking, 1km]