I like to write a blog post every day.
It's like a tradition at this point.
In fact I'm told that I wrote exactly 365 posts last year.
An average of exactly once per day.
Satisfying...
Recently I haven't been hitting this target.
First there was Christmas.
I find it difficult to write on the road.
And then my nephew got me sick.
Him and his grubby little hands.
Kids are gross, oh well.
And then yesterday I was feeling very odd.
Just very out of it and my cough came back.
Too be fair I haven't been taking the greatest care of myself.
Then I realized at 2 PM I hadn't drank any coffee.
Could this be the worst caffeine withdrawal ever?
I had a few cups and felt a little better but still off.
Then I wake up this morning with a fever.
Hm that's not good.
A fever was not on the itinerary of a mild cold a week later.
Long story short I have now tested positive for the covids.
Makes sense.
This is exactly how I felt in February 2020.
So strange that I likely got it before the freak-out happened in March.
Covid-19 is such a weird virus.
Been loopy for two days.
I hear it hits everyone different.
So I guess I'm one of the lucky ones.
It's quite mild.
I've had common colds much worse than this.
I usually get sick one a year.
Now I've been sick three times since October.
Very annoying.
But then again my diet and exercise schedule is...
shall we say: lacking.
My immune system isn't the greatest right now.
In any case I just wanted to write something today.
Tired of skipping days.
Even if I do have the coofs.
Bored bored bored.
Just sitting in bed while my household goes into panic mode.
My cat isn't allowed to hang out because she might get the coof.
She's clawing at the door and meowing as I type this.
Okay I'm done.
Maybe I'll write a real one later today if I'm restless enough.
But I doubt it.