“The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.”
Mark Twain
Six days ago I went to town. Two days ago I started minor sneezing. Yesterday dry cough. Today chest feels tight and I can hear and feel a problem with my breathing. Is it COVID, a flue, a cold?
Who knows a few days will tell. I will stay in the house for the next few days. Maybe for ten maybe for fourteen.
If I live that long, I am in a high-risk bracket a few times. If I have COVID I probably won’t survive it.
If I don’t I will keep writing.
I just decided I don’t feel much like dying.
I have responsibilities.
Still like the sunrise
Melting fast. A week ago the snow here was on average three feet deep.
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