As a general rule, when people ask how you are, they are expecting to hear that you are good.
It’s a pleasantry.
Saying you’re not good can be a bit confronting.
I haven’t been good since I caught COVID in a scruffy Fijian hut about 50 days ago.
But it’s a bit dull hearing about someone’s weariness and health problems for weeks on end.
So I’ve felt a bit embarrassed to have moaned on about my post-COVID-19 health issues.
There have been some mornings when I’ve felt so wrecked that I’ve had a little self-pity weep as I’ve trudged to the coffee shop.
But I woke up feeling different yesterday. Everything around me seemed brighter and sharper when I walked the dogs.
It took a while for it to compute: I felt good.
Well, as good as an almost 54-year-old woman feels at 6.30am.
The day passed in a busy whirl without me struggling to stay awake. It was ace.
Oddly, my friend Alice had mentioned to me on Sunday that her new boss had been battling post-COVID fatigue all week, then suddenly sprang back to her old self. She told me there’s a day – presumably when you’ve finally shed all the COVID inside you – that people wake up feeling fantastic.
I wearily noted that I hadn’t experienced that feeling yet.
And then, voila, it swept over me on Wednesday.
Fingers crossed I don’t relapse. There are adventures to be had … And an insane amount of work to be done.
I’d better get cracking.
Song of the day: Queen “We are the champions”