Mom, the creative, is a giver…

…and what she gave me this week was Covid.

Ick.

I feel pretty bad, but I’m still functional. In that way, my case isn’t as bad as Mom’s. Still, it’s a cruddy gift that I would like to return (please, and thank you!).

I managed to hang on through my CAB meeting earlier in the day. After that? Nope. And I’m not a person that misses work.