I finished Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng on the same day that kiwi tasted again like kiwi. Saturday morning, with a giant cup of coffee in hand and planted firmly on the sofa, I dug in to learn the outcome of the trial, to journey those "end" moments for the Warrens and the "beginning" for the Richardsons. I re-read Chapter 1 and then paused to think, in general, about carrying weighted things.
April was a month interrupted. Flights changed, doctors consulted, Covid confirmed (not exactly in that order).
For much of my illness*, I had no flavor. Lemon and vinegar returned first in taste, like a violent kick in the face. (Orange was my first returning smell.) Another day I was shocked to eat a kiwi and have it taste, well, not like something one would choose to eat. After receiving third-party confirmation that it was not rotten, I ate it anyway, in large uncomfortable bites. This flavor would progress to bitter, then mildly bitter until today, when mind, mouth, and memory returned to agreement and enjoyment. A new beginning.
Fall changing to spring ahead.
*As someone who was/is always masked and rarely left the house, if you've had a chance to get vaccinated and haven't done so and/or if you're not using your mask, I'd recommend you change your mind and your habits.
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