It’s like day 8 or 9 of Covid. Everyone is annoyingly warning me that it can “turn nasty” after day 10.
It’s a bit like being on a meandering ocean cruise not particularly going anywhere. People keep bringing me lucozade. Food tastes metallic and inedible.
So far no real sign of a bad chest complaint. A is snoozing.
I’m waiting for the university to begin. Have to email an important post Yugoslav scholar.
