Too Sick To Write? Call Buffy
She slays when your demons knock you out
I’ve been sick all week. Maybe it was something I ate. Maybe it was E. coli from the lake water I drank while doing laps between the buoys. Maybe it was some intestinal bug, but I was out.
I did the standard COVID rapid test I keep in my downstairs bathroom cabinet. I miss the head cold, the lite-flu, the summer…