Unknown Madness
This morning, the first cohort of our summer visitors headed back home. We now have a few days to tidy things up. We will be ready for round two, I promise you. Of course, simple would be easy. Instead, I have received my first positive test result, which qualifies as negative. As predicted, there are symptoms that cannot be ignored, and I’d hate to give anyone their souvenir of summer. I didn’t want this, I did most things “right” but this is an unforgiving viral load.
What will it mean? I hope there will be nothing greater than some sleepless night. I have drugs (OTC headache tablets), a few more free test kits (thank you, government), some boxes of tissues, a thermometer, and a belief that :this, too, shall pass. If it serves as the culmination of three years of waiting for reality to catch up, that will be OK. I have low standards and lower expectations.
Son number one is here, and he’s had a round or two. Pertinent experience. I don’t have to be anywhere, soon. No flights, or school seats to fill. Actually, we’ve got this. I know; the vaccinations see to be a dud, but I am healthy. And I have my “Fisherman’s Friends” lozenges. The taste is different (synonym for nasty). I knew that, from TV.
Keeping a positive tilt, here.
