Well, it’s official. Beth and I both have Covid-19. It took us 3 years of trying, but we finally caught it. I had already felt like crap all week; so had Beth. Since last weekend, I’ve been sleeping in the downstairs bedroom, at first because Beth was so sick, then because we might have different things, and then because neither one of us was sleeping well and we might keep the other one up. My biggest symptoms were the aches, chills, and night sweats…the kind where you wake up freezing cold, but you’re sweating like crazy and have to get up to change your t-shirt because it’s soaking wet. I felt sick on Monday, and did go in briefly while I felt terrible but I had things I needed to get done. By Tuesday there was no way, and I felt terrible all the time. I did get the symptoms knocked down by taking Motrin every 4 hours or so, but still felt awful most of the time. By Thursday I felt ok enough to run out and get some Covid tests, which were very positive for both of us. So we’ve been watching a lot of TV and ordering a lot of delivery this week. 

I had to call a plumber for the downstairs toilet again on Monday, because it was doing the same thing as it did over the past weekend. Clog somewhere down there, backing up into the shower. I was hoping getting the tweezers out would stop whatever was going on, but at least this time I could get someone on the phone. It was Tuesday before they could come out, though. So I hope I didn’t give the plumber Covid. Anyway the clog went down by itself again on Monday, so there wasn’t anything for the plumber to really do, so I guess we’ll just watch out for a recurrence and hope it doesn’t.