Between first being too busy and then catching something protracted that has felt just like Covid, I have finally regained enough energy for some future posts, still in title only or first paragraph only format – I don’t draft and edit. I put down a start and if I don’t finish it right away, I do it later in one fell swoop.
Here is my recent Facebook post:
Recovering slowly from a virus that drained all my batteries, I remembered a favorite poem from my youth: FEVER, by John Updike.
I have just brought back a good message from the land of 200 (degrees):
God exists.
I had severely doubted it before:
but the bedposts spoke of it with utmost confidence,
the threads in my blanket took it for granted,
the tree outside the window dismissed all complaints,
and I have not slept so justly for years.
It is hard now to convey
how emblematically appearances sat
upon the membranes of my consciousness;
but it is a truth long known
that some secrets are hidden from health.
A Country Doctor Writes: 
I tested positive for Covid two days ago. I don’t feel like doing anything put line in bed, bones aching. My wife of 60 years is an excellent Goddess, so I don’t have to look further in the universe for some Big Daddy.
Wait a minute: a Catholic priest who’s a friend of ours says maybe God is the life force of everything
So maybe John Updike is right after all. I’ve been up too long now and I have to go back to bed.