Interregnum, week 3

Until this week I could say that I didn't personally know anyone officially diagnosed with covid-19. (There was one notable person in the conrunning community who died in early March of what was diagnosed as pneumonia at the time, but in retrospect, knowing that the virus had been circulating in the US since January, looks a lot like a typical early covid-19 case.) As you can guess: not anymore.

Monday one of my coworkers took a sick day. Tuesday he let us know on Slack that he was still sick, and had gotten a covid test. Wednesday the news was that he and everyone else in his household all had mild covid-19, mild in this case meaning, in his words, "at least no one's had to go to the hospital yet". Friday, lydy announced a positive test.

Saturday, the SO was out of commission due to a disagreement with something from our Friday night takeout dinner. The food poisoning has run its course now, so we know that it was food poisoning, but it has added to the general feeling of doom pressing in from all sides.

As does the fact that tomorrow two of the cats have checkups, and one of them is Marlene. No health concerns, but trying to get her into a carrier is always an occasion for drama and has maybe a 50/50 chance of eventual success. At the time we arranged the appointment, we'd trained her to go into the carrier for a treat, but the vet was scheduling a month out and Marlene got bored with the new game in the meantime.

Christmas lights have popped up all over the neighborhood. Maybe in another day or two I'll be in the holiday spirit.