in sickness and in health

After the first COVID…

I’ve been a bit quiet since my fling with COVID in early August but I’m very much alive and kicking. (You may have gleaned that my blog title is a reference to After the First Death, the Robert Cormier novel, which took its name from a Dylan Thomas poem called A Refusal to Mourn theContinue reading “After the first COVID…”

COVID got me…

It finally got me, y’all. After 2.5 years, I’m COVID-positive. It happened in a fairly predictable way. On Sunday, I became a household close contact. I tested negative with a rapid antigen test on Sunday and Monday, and remained asymptomatic both days. This morning – Tuesday – I woke up with a sore throat. TookContinue reading “COVID got me…”