I suppose the chances were good, but the commies finally got me. After starting to feel like garbage on Friday, I had one hell of an awful weekend and got to the drug store today to get the covid test today. Huzzah, positive.
Things are not so bad now, but Saturday was really something, with a fever high enough to make me loopy. The whole weekend was characterized by “inertia,” not just physical, but mental. It stripped me of anything resembling enthusiasm, initiative or creativity. I sat my ass in front of the computer all weekend to work on Book 3… and I plopped out a grand total of four sentences.
Things today are much less awful, though still awful. Temperature is all over the place, though no longer as high as Saturday. I’d like to think that the worst is passed… but who knows. So if I vanish… well, there ya go.
EDIT: I just noticed that I posted a surprising number of posts on Saturday.
I don’t remember any of them.
Huh.