I can't eat that, sorry

 Every year I tell myself not to get into any family disputes, dramas or pre-Christmas-shopping escapades. But again, also this year, that did not work out well so far. There is the occasional drama, the last-minute-shopping fear and the food. The food stresses me out the most, I won't be able to eat anything and won't be able to enjoy what I can eat because I am eating the same stuff every day. One of the reasons why here is not a Post EVERY day, it's just the same. Fitting to that we caught Corona and now there was a week break for me anyway. I have no reserves and my body can't cope with any extra stress. Today is the first day I don't feel completely knackered and would love to do something again. I still need some time on the sewing machine for some presents. And I have to finish the crochet shawl I want to give to a friend. And I still don't have any ideas for my Husband. It was just his birthday so very difficult to find something now.

After my body had successfully resisted all the attacks on its immune system during the last few months it has finally given in. The sore throat since 2 days was the first warning sign of what there was to come. Today I feel utterly rubbish and don't want to move at all. This is how men must feel with every cold.  It is obvious that my body just does not have any reserves left. Like a willow in the wind it gives in completely and makes me feel like this. No craft and gift fair today. No biscuit baking in the kitchen. I hope I will feel a bit better in the afternoon.  I hate to be ill and I am not used to being so wiped out.