The Plague

To make a long story short, I made a lovely 1,200-mile drive out to Maine to see a lovely person; someone else at the camp came down with COVID, then my lovely came down with COVID, I cut my trip short and made the 1,200-mile drive in reverse but it was not enough to avoid myself coming down with COVID. (On my retreat drive I masked and avoided any close contact with people so hopefully I didn’t pass the delight on.)

Hurray for vaccination, and Robitussin is magic, but I am miserably wiped out. And feeling weirdly guilty for getting to (read “having to”) lie on my couch all day resting. I am still able to read, but way slower than usual – in fact time seems to fly this past week in a way that would be terrifying if I had energy for terror – and my writing ability is not all there. I am discovering new indie music I love, so there’s that.

At least if I had to break my NO-VID streak I got to do it in an interesting way.

The timing isn’t great, but then the timing never would be.

Catch you all on the other side <3

-T.C.