| Letters and Diary Non-Fiction posted November 20, 2021 |
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The last supper? Fingers crossed.
Making the most of it ...
by Elizabeth Emerald
No need to review.
Corona confinement: day 4 of 10.
Ever since last night, I've been cuddling a maple-scented (unlit) candle and continuously sniffing it, so as to reassure myself I could discern its distinctive aroma.
This morning, I could barely smell it.
As I'd feared: I'm on the cusp of the 4-5 day range for the likely onset of loss of sense of taste and smell.
I inhaled frantically, hoping my imagination had conjured this dreaded scenario.
Nope.
I forcefully blew my nose.
Yes!
And I could taste my breakfast!
As to supper, Chuck called to say he would surprise me with one of my restaurant favorites.
Throughout the afternoon, I worried that my sense of taste would vanish before it arrived.
Nope!
It was as I'd guessed--crab enchiladas with a side of sauteed peppers, onions, and mushrooms. You can be sure I relished every bite.
Hopefully, I'll be able to enjoy the leftovers.
No need to review.
Corona confinement: day 4 of 10.
Ever since last night, I've been cuddling a maple-scented (unlit) candle and continuously sniffing it, so as to reassure myself I could discern its distinctive aroma.
This morning, I could barely smell it.
As I'd feared: I'm on the cusp of the 4-5 day range for the likely onset of loss of sense of taste and smell.
I inhaled frantically, hoping my imagination had conjured this dreaded scenario.
Nope.
I forcefully blew my nose.
Yes!
And I could taste my breakfast!
As to supper, Chuck called to say he would surprise me with one of my restaurant favorites.
Throughout the afternoon, I worried that my sense of taste would vanish before it arrived.
Nope!
It was as I'd guessed--crab enchiladas with a side of sauteed peppers, onions, and mushrooms. You can be sure I relished every bite.
Hopefully, I'll be able to enjoy the leftovers.
Corona confinement: day 4 of 10.
Ever since last night, I've been cuddling a maple-scented (unlit) candle and continuously sniffing it, so as to reassure myself I could discern its distinctive aroma.
This morning, I could barely smell it.
As I'd feared: I'm on the cusp of the 4-5 day range for the likely onset of loss of sense of taste and smell.
I inhaled frantically, hoping my imagination had conjured this dreaded scenario.
Nope.
I forcefully blew my nose.
Yes!
And I could taste my breakfast!
As to supper, Chuck called to say he would surprise me with one of my restaurant favorites.
Throughout the afternoon, I worried that my sense of taste would vanish before it arrived.
Nope!
It was as I'd guessed--crab enchiladas with a side of sauteed peppers, onions, and mushrooms. You can be sure I relished every bite.
Hopefully, I'll be able to enjoy the leftovers.
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