Picking up the Covid 19 bug does not seem like an unusual experience these days. I tested Covid positive last month. Exactly about one year after the first cases in China appeared and then gradually cascaded around the world. When I tested positive, I did not know what to expect. Stories of horror abound. I braced for the worst but hoped for the best. As soon as I had the symptoms I retreated into my office and spent ten days in exile. I mean, I still had access to my family from a safe distance. I was given a plate of food three times a day. I drank from my own cup and slept on a mat on the office floor. I was trying to heed my doctors instructions to isolate and protect the rest of the family. My son also picked up the virus. He was not too upset, since it gave him an excuse to sleep late, binge watch his shows on his TV and relax. Between days 5-8 I got a little scared. I had some pressure on my chest, and needed to stay still for several hours not to put too much p...
A NEW BEGINNING. Starting over.