day 6, late morning

Status, ditto. At this rate I fear I won't be cleared for any of my weekend engagements.

I had a lovely evening in the garden last night, which turned into a too-late tonight with too-much gin & tonic on an insufficiently full stomach, and I am feeling less than stellar for non-COVID reasons. Work drama increases perforce and there is never a moment without someone running very loud lawn equipment in the neighborhood.

S. has replaced fever with the runs (I assume from the antibiotics).

day 6, evening

Status, ditto. Or nearly; I'm definitely coughing less, and I should note my sinus weasels have moved from yellow to clear, so that's something.

I had to run an errand at midday because S. couldn't be away from a toilet long enough - fresh N-95, bathed hands in sanitizer, moved as quickly as I could - and I was absolutely wrecked after it. So although the negative levels aren't as apparent as the last time, clearly they exist.

Beth came over for dinner and visit al fresco, as she's just had a bout herself and she felt her risk of reinfection was minimal. I really needed that.