I got the COVID.  I was absolutely sure I couldn’t…then, I did.  It sucked.  There was a really, really bad part in the middle of the close to two-week arc, but mostly, it was an annoying inconvenience and a stark reminder of how different and fragile social interaction has become.  Of course, I had read about all the weird symptoms and side effects:  loss or altering of taste and smell, changes in equilibrium, extreme fatigue and hypersensitivity to hot and cold, compromised respiration and inconsistency of mental acuity, aka “brain fog”.  My respiration was not compromised.  I experienced all the others like the various stages of a thrill ride going round and round and round.  The “fog”, however, was/is totally nuts.  For instance, I decided to get out for a bike ride.  I think I did, but I don’t remember any parts of it other than prepping and then putting my bike away.  There’s stuff that seems real that I must have made up, like the Supreme Court overturning Roe v Wade and EPA protections against corporate emissions of greenhouse gases, my grandson starting high school and my granddaughter becoming a college freshman, and Mayim Bialik as the host of Jeopardy…crazy, right?