Although I still feel weak and achy, it does seem possible (slightly) that on Wednesday I'll be able to rouse myself enough to at least go to Trader Joe's. An added incentive to do that is that the last of my milk went sour today, and I'm going to be eating the last piece of my giant TJ's chocolate bar tonight. I could also pick up a package of TJ's donuts, since I don't know how long it's likely to be before I feel energetic enough to make the considerably longer walk up to Grocery Outlet, which is where they have the brand of donuts I usually buy.
This has been the worst illness I've had in a very long time, but I guess it's not surprising. On the ridge I went out once a week for groceries, and once a month to the chiropractor, and prepared virtually all my own food, while here I've gone out most days, spent more time in more stores, and have eaten prepared foods at least once a week. I probably get exposed to several times as many germs in the mini-metropolis as I did in Paradise, plus it's likely that my immune system was compromised by all the hours I spent inhaling toxic smoke during the fire. I should probably expect to get this sick way more often than I did before.
But for the moment I'm just hoping I can get through the next few days without a relapse. There's a lot of stuff I need to do, and I have to go out into that municipal Petri dish to do it. Maybe Chico's germs will kill me before its motorists do after all.