Turns out the chest cold was covid. I'm worried I may have unknowingly passed it on to people while travelling home. It seems likely.
I'm struggling with jet lag too. Today I'm going to make a concerted effort to enliven myself after lunch in the hope I'll make it through to dinner time.
I'm still navigating the post-Lisbon shambles: time, circadian rhythm, memory-making, laundry, gift giving, getting over a chest cold, unpacking, putting away, and soreness.
The chooks are helping.
Yes, the same one! It's the national tile museum, which I assumed would be rather dull (apart from the chicken's wedding). Many of the exhibits were surprisingly and delightfully bizarre!
Today I'm going to the tile museum to see the hen on her way to her marriage ceremony and then I'm going to ride old trams until I'm hungry, eat lunch by the water, the ride more old trams until I'm tired.