random truths – Day 1,017 (Thursday) – false hope

The morning sky was pale blue with wispy clouds delicately tinged in pink. Had Winston been ready to go out a couple minutes earlier, it’s likely the coloring would have been more dramatic. The air felt warmer than recent days. 

I felt somewhat better than on Wednesday. Another COVID test was taken because there are boxes of them in the closet, and I’m curious to learn at what point it will become negative. Neurotic? Scientific? Obsessive? We’ll see.

Emboldened by the early morning feeling of slightly more robust health and vigor, I dressed, caffeinated, and logged in for remote work. Emails were read and tasks were moved along and things felt good until about 45 minutes into the workday when everything felt a lot less good. The chills were back in force, fatigue had set in, there was a headache, and I conceded defeat. The earlier sense of physical vitality proved to be false hope and the virus won the day by a knockout. 

View from the infirmary.

The severely understaffed infirmary at The BungaLowell offers a couch, numerous toss pillows, two blankets, and an unobstructed view of the TV. Conveniently located in a quiet corner of the first floor, the infirmary is steps away from amenities including multiple bookcases, refrigerator, stove, microwave, fully stocked pantry, bathroom, and door to the front yard access to the mailbox and Canine Overlord Winston’s outdoor needs. It also offers the strongest cell phone signal on the lower level of the property as long as one does not stray from the couch. Or move.