Nothing new to report today. I did not take a test. I am tired, but I didn’t get to sleep until almost midnight last night so it is likely my fault and not Covid’s. My nose is a little runny, but I’ve been in the cellar all morning and it feels pretty cold down here. When I brought the garbage barrels out to the street this morning it was 47 degrees out. Friggin’ Fall.

I don’t know what to do about work tomorrow. I don’t want to go in if I am still testing positive, even if I know I am not contagious anymore. I don’t want to make my co-workers uncomfortable, and they told me they would absolutely be uncomfortable if I am still testing positive. I guess that settles it then, but when should I try to test again? Tonight? Tomorrow morning? I don’t know. I’ll talk it over with my boss today.

The good news, as far as Covid in our house goes, is that my wife tested negative today! Congratulations, sweetie! You don’t have The ‘Rona anymore! You are ‘Vid-Free at last! More than two weeks of this crap is finally over for you!

I am so tired of this.

When I got up this morning I put all of the stuff I need for my morning routine onto a table in the living room. My water bottle, my morning vitamins, a protein bar breakfast, the Apple TV remote control so I could finish the first (and so far only) season of Silo…

…and a Covid-19 home test.

The test is still sitting on the table. The box is unopened. I am not going to take it today. I just don’t want to be disappointed. I’ll take one tomorrow so I can use the positive test as an explanation for why I won’t go into the office on Wednesday. Outside of that… shit, man. This sucks.

I haven’t closed the exercise or move (calorie) rings on my Apple Watch since September 18th. Today is October 1st. I think, despite any issues with Covid fatigue I am still having, today is the day I start closing those rings again. I need to get back into that for my health. Exercise is a post-gastric bypass requirement. Get to it, Robert.

I have a couple of chores to do today. The cats’ litter boxes need cleaning and changing. Also, we made some changes to Jen’s office space yesterday and there are a bunch of devices that need to go down cellar. One might end up on my work desk, the others will just go into storage.

Other than that… it’s another much needed flake day for ol’ Robbie. Up yours, Covid.

To test for Covid or not to test for Covid, that is the question which boggles my tiny little mind.

Jen just took a test. It came out positive but it wasn’t an instant positive result the way it has been of late. It took a few minutes for the positive line to show up. I’ve generally been a couple of days behind her in my viral progression. I fully expect that if I do take a test my result will be positive too, so why not punt it for another day or two and save myself the sad face when that T line starts to form?

We had planned to spend this weekend cleaning the house from top to bottom to sort of de-virus everything, even though that probably really isn’t a thing. Now? Given that we’re still positive? What’s the point? We’ll do it next weekend. For today I think I will probably just watch a lot of TV and flake. Maybe I’ll play some guitar and constantly post insipid nonsense to this here little blog.

I have successfully stopped myself from taking a Covid test today. I know it would be positive so why waste the test? I feel about the same today as I did yesterday. Better overall. I might be a little better than yesterday, but not enough to think I would have a negative test. I might test tomorrow. If not, I will test the day after tomorrow, Sunday. We will see.

I’m back to the waking up at 4:00am thing again. I did that for the first few days of Covid-Land and now I’ve done it two days in a row again. It was okay two nights ago because I went to sleep before 10:00pm and had a solid six hours of sleep before popping awake. Last night I didn’t get to sleep until almost midnight so 4:00am came quickly. Both nights I was able to get back to sleep. Here’s hoping I got enough sleep overall last night that I don’t have fatigue issues this afternoon.

We’ve been using Instacart to get our grocery shopping done while we’re both testing positive. They keep bringing the wrong things. It is the risk you take when you ask some one else to do your shopping for you, but it still makes me sad. They keep bringing me the wrong gastric bypass related stuff. I ask for sugar free, because I can’t tolerate sugar anymore, and they bring me sugar full. Like I said, it’s sad. It makes me nostalgic for the days when I could eat things with sugar. Not really. I’m being overly dramatic. I’ve lost 200+ pounds in a year and a half. I don’t miss sugar at all. I just need to be vigilant. Just like Mad-Eye Moody used to say. Constant vigilance babie!

I’m feeling a little better tonight. Is the Covid-19 virus finally losing it’s fight with my immune system? I seriously hope so.

I’m still a little sniffly. I still have a bit of a cough. I am still tired. I am better in every aspect though. I spoke to my father on the phone and he said I sounded better. I agreed. Jen sounds better tonight too. Here’s hoping we’re turning that corner in our fight with the plague of the 21st century. Pandemic be damned and piss right the hell off, asshole!

Part of me wants to take a Covid test in the morning, but part of me wants to wait at least another day. I don’t want to rush it, I’ll likely wait until Saturday, but maybe I should even wait longer and hold out until Sunday. I doubt if I test tomorrow (Friday) I’ll be negative. I just don’t see that as a likely outcome. Saturday, maybe. Sunday, if I keep improving at this rate? That could be a negative. Here’s hoping.

For now though, let’s have a good nights sleep and more improvement tomorrow. Fingers emphatically crossed. Cautious optimism.

I am toast. I don’t know that I have ever felt this exhausted in my entire life. I haven’t been physically active today, but I have been “on” mentally all day. I had a 2 hours and 15 minute meeting this morning followed by a 1 hour and 15 minute meeting followed by a very quick lunch followed by a 1 hour and 45 minute meeting and all time in between those meetings was spent catching up on the piles of messages that built up while I was otherwise occupied. My Covid brain has been reduced to the mushiest of mush.

I feel like I could punch out at 5:30 and go right to bed. Sweet Christmas has today been taxing. I would have been worn out without having Covid on top of everything else, but this is just nuts.

The plan for tonight is to make dinner for me and my beloved, nothing special just some chicken in the air fryer and some instant mashed potatoes, then maybe fall asleep in the comfy chair in the living room while pretending to watch 90210 with Jen or, if Jen wants to go to her computer and play some World of Warcraft, then fall asleep in the comfy chair while pretending to watch the Red Sox get trounced by the Devil Rays. Either option would be acceptable to my mushy brain.

I am exhausted. I had a decent night’s sleep last night. Six hours without interruption. It didn’t help though, by the time I got to my lunch break today I was 100% wiped out. I am also coughing more tonight and my head is a little stuffy again. I feel like my symptoms are back-sliding and getting worse. I am very unhappy about all of this.

I called my father tonight to see how he was handling my mother’s birthday. He’s doing okay, but he immediately noticed that I sound worse than I did yesterday. It’s bad enough that dad could tell just by my voice.

Tomorrow is going to be a tough day. I am in meetings for five of the eight hours including one meeting that covers my entire usual lunch break. I’m going to be exhausted to the core of my soul by the time the work day ends. It’s going to be brutal. Here’s hoping I manage a better night’s sleep tonight to prepare for it. Wish me luck.