The week of ‘Rona.
On Monday night I went out with the Everett, but I really kinda felt weird.
On Tuesday I went garden shopping. But I just didn’t feel great. That afternoon I finally went down.
On Wednesday Wyatt ordered me to take a Covid test.
Positive.
I spent the rest of the week in bed, but by Friday I was feeling fine, and by Sunday I figured I’d hit my 5 days of isolation, so I went to church.
It made for a low-key week though.
