It tickles my sense of irony, if not the rest of me, that I did not get Covid until the years-long Covid emergency had ended. Indeed, it was not until I let down my guard and began going into places — Costco, my credit union, my local Kaiser office — without a mask. It was not a conscious decision on my part, wearing a mask had simply fallen out of my routine, except for one time when I noticed that I had not taken a mask and decided not to go back to retrieve one.
So now, I suppose that I am a data point for not wearing masks. Some good comes out of this, I suppose.
I also become a data point in favor of boosters. My last booster was in late October, timed to reach its full effect before Thanksgiving, get us past Christmas and New Years, and through the month of January and (with luck) February, when our family celebrated a wedding. The reminder that I was eligible for another booster, now that six months had (just about) past), arrived the day that I tested positive. Oh well…
As a result, my life is limited to our m*ster be dry suite and the back door though which I can get to my car, though I don’t feel like it’s right mor me to shopping (other than something transacted outdoors, like getting gasoline. Notably, this keeps me away from mummy computer, which is within the open floor plan section of the house. As a result, it’s very difficult for me to write and post stories, using only my iPhone, as well as the other things I do on my computer. If my not posting much has been notice Le, that’s why. I can still, as you can tell, comment after a fashion, but editing on my phone is difficult.
Anyway, I should be back in the swing of things before May. (Or June.) Keep OC safe and honest while I’m out!
The graphic, by the way, is from the early days of Covid, when I thought I could chart the progress of Covid in OC until it passed. (Turns out that I couldn’t.)
No one cares about you you’re a burden to your wife, her kids and the grandkids go die papa
I just fished out of the trash so that people could see how ill-bred people at 52.60.165.91 are.
But seriously, seeing how butthurt people like you are really helps keep me feeling young!
I’ll use this as if it’s an Open Thread.
Someone using an obscene and racist pseudonym posted a comment that I disabled upon reading it) alleging that James Mai violated the law on at least three occasions, providing some links.
Again: you don’t get to make those sorts of accusations anonymously. If you just want to say “people should read this links,” go ahead. At that point, Vern or I may decide that they are newsworthy and will publish them ourselves.
In this case, I’ll read and evaluate them myself — but that may not happen until I’m back on my computer and not limited by Covid to working on my poor beleaguered smartphone.
Me or Dan? Obesity notwithstanding, I have survived it. As for your email including “guess where I am,” you’re at 104.34.208.73, dummy.
I didn’t start driving Rideshare until 3 months before Co-vid. I never stopped driving, and have to yet to get it.
Good for you, but that proves … what? Maybe you got it but didn’t know it (did you test yourself every time you had a stuffy nose) because it was so mild, if not asymptomatic; maybe you have a mutation that protects you.
Im generally healthy. My best friend is a doctor who got covid a month before the story broke about China, he recovered well. It seems obvious to me that the lockdown was #OkBoomer and an obvious power grab.
Power grab? Obvious?