I tested negative for Covid yesterday. Now the long slow road to recovery. Two weeks is a long time to stay in bed, to sit around the house alone. It has made me stranger by measures, I'm sure. But now the long march back to "normal." I will get a booster vaccine, too. I just read that this will make me a rock star of immunity. I'll keep my fingers crossed.
Tonight I'll go to my mother's and fix her a good meal. She will be delighted.
As with most things, however, the return to normal comes at a cost. When Mr. Tree called yesterday, I told him about the test results. He still wanted to bring dinner to me, he said. Great. His girl cooks like a wizard. By eight o'clock, it was clear he wasn't bringing anything. I ended up eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
He will come today to collect the money. I will be very sad about how much he charges me, I know.
Today's headline is that Superman is Queer. So reports CNN, anyway, Their lead, not mine. A much smaller tagline reports that the IRS wants banks to send more information to them about your bank accounts.
Obviously, Trump will be re-elected.
Holy shit! This just in!: "But he was 100 years old and in great shape. Of course he was gay!"
I sent that to all my gay friends. Good responses there.
I just wish Superman would show up in a pair of those slippers, but you know, femme is out. CNN is in.