I still have two Covid tests beside me. I decided to wait until this morning to see how I felt since that would tell me whether it was stress or if I really was getting sick.
I’m much less stressed about it now.
I pulled weeds in my garden tonight. That probably helped too.
I’m laughing at how many lines I’m writing and then deleting tonight.
This is almost becoming like lines of censored poetry.
It’s a good thing I don’t write poetry.
Censored or otherwise.
Before this gets too much more dangerous, I’m going to go work on some prose now.