Other than a lingering cough and drainage, I'm feeling much better. Even when I felt my worst, I realized that so many people were so much worse off than me. It's clear to me that what I sent through the first part of last week was nothing compared to the experience others have had with Covid-19.
Still, to be safe, I'm continuing to isolate in the house, and to be perfectly honest and more than a little selfish, it's not all bad.
Why? For the first time in, well, forever, I have no responsibility for anyone in the house other than myself. I'm on my own schedule. I go to bed when I want to and I get up when I want to. Truth be told, though, my schedule has become more regular now that I'm working full bore from home.
Since my appetite has returned, I get take out from wherever I want, for only me. I can't and shouldn't handle food for Jude and the boys and I stay out of the kitchen except for brief pass throughs. Last night, I had Amerigo. The night before, 12South Tap Room. I've also had dinner from Grilled Cheeserie and Epice. Smiling Elephant. Mine. All mine.
I watch what I want to watch on television or on my iPad. Granted, not in the den on our 56' flat screen with surround sound, but still. Undisturbed, I binged all three seasons of Ricky Gervais's "After Life" over four nights. If I want to watch an NBA game, I watch an NBA game. If I want to work after dinner, I work after dinner. I've read two books and am well into a third and fourth book.
Undisturbed. No knocks on my office door. Only silence.
A friend of mine suggested I should be isolating in Monteagle. Now, there's an idea.
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