The Morning is already warm, but an every now and then wind is helping cool the air. From out my den window, I can watch the tallest branches on the tallest oak trees in the backyard swinging back and forth in the wind, but then the wind dies and everything is still, and the air feels hot in the sun. But the wind, above all else, is persistent. When it reappears, everything moves, everything sways and everything swings.

Of late, I have been tired. First was the leg and foot, 5 weeks ago, and even now the top of my foot still hurts at night but only in the smallest spot. The cold popped in next. I had sloth days of napping and resting on the couch. That worked. The only remaining cold symptom is the cough which periodically rears its ugly head. I want a sign I can carry which says I have tested three times-no Covid. It is only a cough. That almost sounds like the title for a country song.

One of Egypt’s plagues has been visited upon me, the Fourth Plague. When I opened the car door on Wednesday morning, flies flew out the door. More flies were in the backseat and in the trunk when I opened it to check. This morning I opened the car door again and a swarm flew out, still part of that fourth plague. I left all the windows open hoping the flies will leave for sunnier climes, but I’m not that optimistic. I watched a fly this morning walk under one window then another without finding the route to freedom. Maybe I’ll make signs.