It wasn’t the booster… It was the real thing. The reason for the lateness of my previous post is simply that I passed out feverishly on top of my blanket (that’s how you know it’s exhaustion), and stayed that way until 5am this morning. Took a test, then another test, and there you have it.

The timing was not great. Since I got my booster four days ago, and started feeling symptoms about two days ago…man, you can see why I thought for a day or two I was just having an overreaction to the booster. Tested every day too. All negative, until today. And you should have seen the look on bae’s face when I showed her the test. I’ve never been a character in someone else’s waking nightmare before, but for an instant, when I saw her sheer terror, I thought she just might wake up from this dream and my existence as psychological figment would dissipate into the ether.

Anyway, we scheduled a PCR test thing and went to that as well, should get the results in 48 hours or less. Avoided it for so long, but in the end I guess sneaky, venomous Omicron gets us all.

Also, check out The Power of the Dog on Netflix. Not your typical western drama.

See you tomorrow and stay safe.

Nick