Yep, you read that right. I have tested positive**. During this pandemic we have taken every precaution and yet, even the best efforts can’t guarantee you won’t catch it. I went about 2.5 years Covid-free, which I guess is good considering how often those I live with go out. You all know how little I leave the house and that I never eat out. We returned from our trip a couple of weeks ago (if you want to read more about that, click here). Before anyone starts asking, yes, we were masked the whole time and used sanitizer on everything we came in contact with, including the whole airline seat, belt, tray, etc. on the flights, as well as the room, and ship. My assumption is that I caught it during the flight home, but unfortunately there is no way to be sure. I also don’t know which variant this is. I’m slowly getting better (by that, I mean progress is happening “slower than molasses in January”), but it’s nothing I didn’t expect. This post is only about my experiences during the first week. I won’t be posting about the rest of my progress, except perhaps once I’ve recovered, as I don’t want it to become a focus for this blog.