I’m pretty sure I had covid for the first time in herstory. Or at least the first documented case. I took a test – a very old expired test! – and it came back faintly positive. I was stay-in-bed-for-two-days sick. I’m feeling 80% better today. I’m still taking the dayquill pills. But I’m weening myself off. I’m down to one every three hours. I think I’ll be brand new by Sunday. I’m headed to the office today. I’m behind, and we are busy. It’s Friday so no one will be around. And I’m not much symptomatic now. I only feel like I’ve been run over by a bus. Mr. K has been checking in but has stayed away. In fact, I don’t think I’ve come in contact with any human other than my office mates on Tuesday when I started to get scratchy. They seem fine so far. Hopefully I am the last person in my chain. And thank the lort, I’ve been nowhere near Mother since last Thursday. Perhaps I had a mild case because I am vaccinated for both flu and covid every fall. I blame Weezer. He’s had covid like eighteen times. He’s a walking Wuhan bio lab.