I’m sick as a dog. In hopes of wriggling our of having to go to work, I took a home COVID test. I don’t have them but my visitors are Canadian, so they stock up on tests.
I tested negative but it changes nothing. I have all the same symptoms that I did a year ago. And two years ago. And three. It’s a seasonal virus I invariably get in August. What does it help to know that it’s not this coronavirus but some other coronavirus? I’m still sick.
I ate a bread and butter sandwich, and it tasted horrid. Had some watermelon – horrid. To set a benchmark, I drank some Coke because that’s a taste that doesn’t offer much variation. It tasted horrid. I tried it on a nephew, and he said it’s delicious.
Went to the store and discovered that the salmon I always used to buy at Sam’s is twice the price it used to be. Literally, twice. So I bought chicken thighs instead. Who cares if it all tastes like raw sewage to me at this point? I’m baking them with tomatoes, herbs, cheese and pea shoots.