It took successfully navigating six countries and nine international flights over eight months for Covid to get me within three days of arriving in the USA. Ain’t life grand?
Symptoms are less than the cold I picked up the last time I was here, and to be honest, I thought about going for a run after the positive test this morning. Trails are empty this early, so I wouldn’t be risking anyone else. But, I didn’t. Instead, I bolted from my friend’s home, and will be isolating in a car for the next week, eating drive-through takeout picked up while masked.
Silver linings:
1. I am in the USA, whet my insurance works, so if things do go south (they won’t), I have coverage.
2. I have absolutely nothing on my agenda until mid July, and I’ll be fine by then.
I guess if I was to get it, now is as good a time as there could possibly be.