Schrodinger's Covid and other adventures

[thanate]

Came home from worldcon with a minor sniffle of the could be anything sort; the others humans of the household were also moderately sniffly and everyone's been going in and out with cold-like symptoms, mine now including a minor ache at the top of my lungs. For anyone who hasn't been watching the omicron-Covid spike in North America, it is *off the charts* and the testing capacity is not even remotely keeping up-- my healthcare recommended having them fed-ex me a pcr test (ha) which then I have to return either via fed-ex or to a lab location to be disclosed in the package, which presumably is on its way, since the next drive-thru test available was not until late next week. Grauwulf traded for another rapid test from a local SCA friend, which was also negative, but there's enough uncertainty & potential vectors that my mother opted to stay home & video call for Christmas.

Meanwhile, I felt better on Christmas, & the ghost of a sore throat & lungs is back today, which could be going from one head cold to the other, or could be very mild Covid, and we've no way to tell. In either case, I'm at peak vax after a booster three weeks ago tomorrow & don't have anywhere I was planning to go in the next week, so despite maximum uncertainty, the only household drama is being provided by the Megatherium, who wants to spend her entire break running with her friends & watching videos, with occasional pauses to run back and forth thru the house singing whatever phrase happens to be in her head at the time. Things like cleaning and keeping her knees below the dinner table are Deeply Unacceptable, apparently.

So all this to say that aside from presents & making breakfast, I spent most of the last two days packing up the second half of my holiday cards (Christmas is for writing Christmas cards, right?) and playing a timed level in my silly dragon phone game, and next up I'm due sitting down to read a book or something, none of which really covers a lot of future planning introspection. The timeless void has swallowed my brain or something. I think I downloaded a "year compass" booklet, glanced thru the pages, and decided I had no interest in filling any of them out. As I said in the discussion on the space gnome discord, my words of the year last year were "Patience" and "Persistence" and perhaps since there are two of them, they should be good for two years. Onward. Or back to the to-do lists. Something like that.

Here's to 43 years of me, with hope of enough more to come that I get some of this sorted out.

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[thanate]

Thank you!