"Sometimes you got to burn to keep the storm away." - Patrick Watson, Here Comes the River
COVID DIARIES: Entry No.1
Second full day of being diagnosed and quarantined. My children can't really ask me to do anything for them. Well, they mostly can't. It sounds a bit more charming than it actually is. I have a box of kleenex, a bottle of water, zinc, vitamin C and D at the ready. Also, cherry honey ricola, which most people in my family find disgusting. I have a kindle, my laptop, my phone. One of the problems of our degenerate age is the inclination to get on instagram or whatnot and scroll and scroll and scroll. My sick body isn't particularly grateful to the social scientists who have entrapped my brain so, and I hope to use this time to break some of that habit. Wish me luck. I don't feel particularly terrible. I feel tired at the end of the day. My right nostril has been clogged non-stop for about 48 hours or so. I have a nose that occassionally drips, which is disconcerting and gross, considering how one passes their viral load onto someone else. But I have remained rath
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