What a World, What a World

Well, shit, I caught COVID. After two damn years of endlessly fretting and fighting to not catch this fucking thing, I caughta breakthrough case of this fucking thing. Which, you know, bummer. Because every decision you make during a pandemic is the wrong one, I’m almost positive I caught it at the first indoor in-person gathering of more than four people that I’d attended since March 2020. Return to normalcy my ass.

The good news is I’m past day 10 and feel perfectly fine. I never had a fever or a cough. I was very, very lucky and mostly just had a dull headache, slightly stuffy nose and for the first night I had maybe six to seven very polite chills – like the kind you read about a Victorian-era romance novel heroine catching after running in the rain through a meadow to meet her dashing suitor.

The other good news is I didn’t pass it to either my wife or the one co-worker I had close, maskless contact with before I got my results. So that’s almost as much a relief as me being mostly asymptomatic.

Honestly, I’ve spend much of the past week napping and watching the Olympics. Luckily last week I had pre-written most of the posts. But I just wasn’t feeling terribly Weekend Crushy, so apologies for its weekly absence. I should be back to it this like normal week.

So, anyway, that’s life I guess. While it’s undeniably personally deflating to have caught COVID after all this time (and the continued worry of Long COVID), I’m grateful for science and the three shots that protected me against much, much worse outcomes. I hope you are all keeping as happy and healthy as you can during a seemingly endless pandemic where our leaders have largely decided to let things play out and hope for the best. Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day to all who celebrate, kittens.