The Irony of Covid

 Yes, we — hubs and me — are covid positive.  We started feeling icky last week, very allergish but not enough to cause alarm.  Until Saturday. Earlier in the week Hubs felt really sick for a couple of days and then he rallied.  I felt bad starting on Wednesday and by Friday night I was feeling more like a “bug” and less like allergies.  Saturday I told my daughter that if I didn’t feel better by Sunday I would test and her reply was “or you could do it now”.  Ah, the logic of youth.

So, I did.

And yes, I am.

And I insisted that Hubs test too.

And yes he is. 

So, yeah.

The irony?  Oh, I have battled with weight issues my entire adult life.  Nothing seems to work very well or for very long.  So along comes covid, away goes the appetite, the only thing that tastes good is Halloween candy so I have been enjoying that figuring that it doesn’t much matter and what happens?  I lose 3 pounds. 

I don’t understand life.