The son and I have been swabbed for the Covid-19 PCR test. Results in forty-eight hours or so. I have made an enormous pot of chicken/turkey noodle soup. This will sustain us for a few days while I most likely won't feel much like cooking. Reid is on Day 8 of symptoms and is feeling pretty perky this evening. I am on Day 5 and in a bit of a downward spiral. It must be time for soup, Advil, and flannel pajamas. And a blankie. And my big, comfy chair. Which is conveniently located in front of the TV. Maybe Newt will cuddle with me. Yes, I am pitiful.
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