It is snowing here in Dayton, Ohio. A big ol’ winter storm has been making its way inexorably across the southeast part of the country, the western edge of it just barely crossing over my part of the state. We’re expected to get less than an inch of accumulation. Seventy miles east of here, in Columbus, they are expecting 3-5 inches, possibly more.
Earlier, while there was still daylight left, we bundled up and went for a walk.
This was our first time out of the house since Thursday. I woke up Friday morning feeling like shit: head all congested, sinus drainage trying to drown me, fatigued as fuck. No headache, fever, or aches, though. Which then meant it was time to play the always fun game of Covid, a Cold, Allergies, Sinuses? I didn’t think it was covid, but we have recently been out in the world more… So, since we had some at-home tests, I thought I’d take one for a spin — or swab, rather. It came back negative, as I thought it would, but it was nice to have confirmation.
I wasn’t feeling much better come Saturday morning. Jess was now feeling crappy, too. I was supposed to do some things this weekend, like play archery dodgeball for a friend’s 40th birthday and attend another friend’s birthday party, but it seemed the universe was sending a message of STAY HOME. Instead, we’ve stayed in, slept, and I binged ARCHIVE 81, a truly excellent noir-horror show on Netflix.
I can think of worse ways to spend a long weekend.