FeverDream of Leave

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Guess who tested positive for covid this morning. AGAIN. This is at least the sixth time, maybe the seventh. I woke up in the wee hours too miserable to stay in bed. As I sat on the couch experiencing hallucinatory misery, I said to myself "Wait a damn minute. I've been here before." After sunup I took the test and saw a big, fat, bright red line. No doubt about that. I have no idea who I caught this from, although I am always willing to blame Madame's residence, a hotbed of maladies. Madame herself didn't seem to be sick at all, but one never knows. At least I now have a logical explanation for why I feel so wretched. The Sparrowhawk tried to compliment my fortitude by saying that if he were suffering as much as I am, he'd complain much more, but I told him no, he would not. He wouldn't have the energy. It hurts too much to talk, and it takes too much effort to compose a brief against the unkindness of the universe. I've been sitting around watching dog rescue videos and drinking ice water. Now we're watching the Great British Bake-Off. Everyone is making mousse, which sounds as if it would slip nicely down my poor raw throat. The irony is that I was just thinking of making chicken soup yesterday, but now I cannot. It will have to be my convalescent food at some later date.