The viral whatsit has not gone away, it is in the background waiting to do its thing. A walk through town, just to get a tiny bit of shopping, is enough to set off the feelings of dizziness and tiredness once more. It is unpleasant. The weather is cold and very wet, everything is damp and unpleasant. That is the way things are in winter. Collect the sons shoes from the cobblers, the soles are stuck down again, there is no being sure as to how long they are going to last now. Return home with a tired winter's headache.
Lie down again, and rest. The pills and capsules leave a strange taste in the mouth, and the breath rattles among all the loosened slime in the chest.
In the evening see that the son has returned from his studies, he tries to explain the mathematical marvels that he has been involved with, and then gives up. This is nothing for the older generation.
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