The brain fog lasts a lot longer than the other Covid symptoms. Lack of motivation. Disinterest in going out or being with others. Disconnect in conversation. Fog is the perfect word. Not as heavy as depression, but a blur, a feeling, that makes it harder to get through the drive. 

Last month I barely made it in time for the monthly beekeeping meeting, but I attended both and a conference. I ordered bees. I ordered seed potatoes. My roller skates might be out of stock until May. It’s only been pushed back repeatedly for six months. But I didn’t need to learn in the winter, so maybe it’s fine to wait a little longer. 

I made an “After Covid” playlist. There are so many feelings to put down there, but I’m hoping that hope is the strongest.