Starting a couple days ago, I questioned if my sense of taste was diminishing because of my covid-19. As of last night and this morning, I know it's clearly affected. I can still identify "sweet", "sour", "bitter", "savory", "spicy", plus temperature and textural attributes, but I without knowing/seeing, I couldn't tell you if something was strawberry flavored, or the like. My appetite has been curbed a bit, because of stomach issues and probably a bit because of the tasting issue. I guess that makes up for some things a little.

Last night Hubby said he was placing an online grocery order and that I should add things. All I could think of was a few yogurts and asked him to add them. This morning arrives a gargantuan order. There was zero need for it. Stuff is going bad that I hadn't been using. I started putting a few things away and started weeping, it was too much, so he told me to go to bed. His over shopping is extremely stressful for me, as I am the polar opposite. As the sole cook of the house, I've always wished that would be my task, but he won't let it be. And then there's always his tissue mass purchases. They frighten me. If I didn't love my husband, dearly, I confess I'd likely be a runaway. Despite, I confess to daydreaming often about doing so, and have intermittently throughout our marriage. Especially when stressed or unstable. Unlike him, who needs a tractor trailer to move (an albatross), I could probably manage by just filling up a car, or even a large suitcase, as I have so many fewer things and rely on them less. It's hard being of the Henry David Thoreau "Simplify" mentality with such a spouse. I'm so overwhelmed. I also know the inevitability of what running away would bring.