It's still probably too soon to call it, but I do feel better.
I went back to bed yesterday around six or seven, after having a bowl of Nina's homemade minestrone..more of a stew than a soup..absolutely fantastic.
Here I am, up with my delightful salted caramel flavored cream in my dark roast coffee with an added spoonful of baker's chocolate powder stirred in.
It's six in the morning and I am feeling optimistic!
If I live through this I will be ready for the dawning of a new era for our entire world civilization!
I can't wait!
It's going to be such an exciting time!
I don't know why I feel it so strongly but I do.
If I can prove I've had this illness and if I can be tested to see whether I've built up the antibodies needed to not get sick from this again..within a year or so....then I'm like a person who can go out into the world and help others and be of service and of good cheer like I'm wearing an invisible cloak of protection!
I wouldn't need to wear a mask so I can sing!!!!!!!!
Sing for everyone.
It's not like divisive derisive politics, not like protest songs for political movements.
We're all one on this one.
We are all one.
I see 11:11 a lot and I try to capture the moment on my phone as a screen shot whenever I can.
It's like collecting butterflies to me.
And maybe this is why I love seeing them so much.
Maybe I'm meant to help spread the word from nation to nation that we are all one.
Joy! Fun! Purpose! A reason to carry forth!
I want to start singing this old song that I used to sing when I was little.
"He is now to be among you
at the calling of your hearts
rest assured this troubadour is acting on his part...."
You know this song?
Paul from Peter, Paul, And Mary wrote it.
He says God wrote it through him.
Noel "Paul" Stookey became a born-again Christian later in life, but his work with Peter, Paul & Mary was always seen as non-denominational.
People used to have someone sing it on acoustic guitar all the time for their weddings.
Everybody got sick of it and now I haven't heard it in a long time.
But maybe many people have never even heard of it now!
I'm going to start singing it.
I feel really excited about so many things.
I'm going to try writing out all the songs I wrote in the feverish moments over the past week.
I'm going to see if any of them are any good.
I'm going to lay them all out in stacks of paper on the yellow bench in my bedroom.
I'm going to need to get a big new stack of printer paper somehow.
I'm calling it my bedroom temporarily.
I do love having a room all to myself.
I've taken over Rob's master bedroom during the Corona Virus.
He went out to his studio like a big old bear goes into his den to hibernate.
And of course Nina and her lovely fairy-like energy resides in the guest room where there are my white twin beds under the eaves.
But Rob's bedroom was transformed when I moved my own whole wonderful white bedroom set here four years ago.
Before that it was all dark and modern...the bachelor house of the music producer who had never married.
Rob magnanimously agreed that my furniture was nicer and prettier and that if I was to survive the transition, the furniture would have to be integrated.
So although we say that I'm "staying with the music producer I work with...temporarily" we did try to make it a real thing from early on.
The true story is that in one fateful day Rob's house was completely transformed.
He hired three people to help him and he had a huge haul away dumpster deposited in his back driveway.
I had a moving crew of two guys and a truck to carry my things across town from my big old house that was being sold to Rob's house.
(There was a second wave of this that occurred after I gave up my New York apartment as well, so really this happened twice in two years).
(Probably the only way Rob ever tolerated this first infiltration was that I had the apartment in New York and was touring a lot and the idea was just to make his house a place for my children and for me in Minneapolis since now I would have no house there and the apartment in New York was only 400 square feet.)
But anyway, the visual of this story is what matters.
Rob's crew working like mad to get the house cleared out and cleaned, throwing all manner of man-cave debris into the dumpster out back.
Courtney's moving crew, plus Courtney and Godmother and Mother all waving arms and directing as armoires and cupboards and highboys were being stuffed up the stairs and back down again because the house was so small and the furniture so profuse.
In the end, some of it had to be left out on Rob's front lawn and sold for mere pennies to get it gone before the rains came.
Just think what the neighbors saw.
Rob had been the kindly bachelor neighbor who was never at home, always at his recording studio or out on tour with various projects.
The blinds were always drawn, a pizza was delivered from time to time.
Then suddenly, the blinds were removed entirely and lovely white linen curtains were added, white wicker furniture and candles in lanterns on the front porch.
Little white lights strung everywhere.
The lawn mowed.
The snow shoveled.
The garden tamed.
Dogs and grown children, friends and relatives.
Rob didn't just take in one female musician he works with who needed a place to stay...which is how we spin it often.
Rob inherited a big family of which he became the reticent if not reluctant patriarch.
His father and mother were a happy couple who had seven children and raised them in the Polish-American Catholic tradition.
So Rob had a very good role model for all of this and he has taken it all in stride.
Just think of him putting together this new recording space in his back garage here on the property, just finishing it in February of this year.
What strange miracle is that?
What drove him to decide to finally act on an idea he'd had for years.
When he bought this house it had a music studio in the garage, part of the reason he bought it from a good friend.
But he used the room for storage instead of utilizing it as a work space.
Keeping two spaces elsewhere had become too much overhead and he decided to put his "mixing and mastering suite" here in the garage.
He got it finished just before we all got sick.
He put his massive leather sofa out there along one wall.
He uses my massive mahogany writing desk as his mixing console which is wonderful because that desk means a lot to me and it was too big for anywhere inside the house.
Rob has always slept on a couch in his studios when he's burning the midnight oil.
So he was already sometimes spending the night out back in his new space.
But as we all got sicker, and everyone lost energy and came down with fevers, he just stayed out there more and more.
I spread out with my journals and my sketch pad and coloring books and my laptop and my guitar on my big bed from my old house in his cozy bedroom.
And that was grand.
Now that I'm so very hopeful of a full recovery, I'm sure things will shift again in these arrangements.
(Yesterday evening I put away the coloring pencils and the drawing papers, which is a sign that I was becoming hopeful).
But this illness has made me appreciate more than ever before what Rob has done for me and for my family.
My mother says all the time how grateful she is to him.
Ha! That's very funny because she knows that her daughter might have ended up in HER guest room if it hadn't been for Rob, so she is thanking her lucky stars!
That was one of the points of consideration from the beginning.
Could Rob tolerate having Courtney and all that comes along with Courtney move into his quiet life, or would Courtney have to go stay with her mother?
And if she went to stay with her mother which one of them would live to tell the tale?
This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, people.
"...Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind's true liberation..."
I was raised on this music, from the Broadway musical HAIR.
The lyrics are from the bridge of the Age Of Aquarius song.
Listen to the musical group called The Fifth Dimension sing it.
Listen to the original cast of HAIR.
We can be everything we ever wanted to be.
This is our chance.
The false facades are broken down.
This is our chance to make a difference.
I feel it.
Mark Twain again, for good measure.....
"Now and then we had the hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates."
I'm surviving this!
So are you!
All praise the dawning of this new day!