My nose itches intolerably, I have no sense of taste or smell, and I get tired changing my mind. I’m obviously still contagious as hell — ACHOO! — so I can’t go anywhere except the mailbox, and there only if nobody else is on the street. I have to sneak to the mailbox in the dark! Apart from that, I’m great. This variant does feel less dreadful than my last bout of COVID, but I’m still very wary of its potential to send me into bronchitis again. The lung misery I had at Easter was bad, and if it happens again so soon I can probably write off the rest of the summer. My elder brother has allowed as how he would like our Dad’s set of Bohemian crystal wine glasses, so I have packed them to travel the next time I go to Ottawa. That leaves room in the cabinet for iced beverage glasses I have been ogling on Ebay — much more useful in the circles where I move these days.
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