My buddy Smoke was dying, so we let his family use the riverhouse for his last days. He lasted about two weeks, and the night after he died we had a wake of sorts. Everyone had a good time playing with the grandkids, drinking, smoking and telling Smoke stories, until the next morning when we found out the girls had covid. We tested, and had it too. It's been about a week, so I tested again this morning, hoping there was a trip to the diner for pork steaks, but sadly, I'm still positive.
Hacking and coughing I can deal with. But I have fucking ringing in my ears that really sucks.