I fly back to San Francisco, having had a negative Covid test before getting on the plane.
A couple of days after arrival, I begin to feel bad, sore throat, cough, headache etc. I don’t worry about covid on account of the recent test.
Son James has some do it yourself covid tests and after a few days of no noticeable improvement, I test myself.
I have Covid.
I somehow felt I had got away with it and would miss infection. Hubris.
I really do not want to spend days isolated in my room. There are so many great things I want to do! Luckily I have James to look after me, I mean like going out to buy beer.
Oh well, I suppose I will spend the time buying myself presents on Amazon.