Covid has come calling. Again.
This is not my bed. I wish it was. My bed is a festering pit of tissues and cat hair. (Although, to be fair, even the cat is giving me the swerve.) Which is why I'm not subjecting you to a picture of it.
I have covid. On top of long covid. It's not a good combination. Looking at my screen for more than ten minutes is pretty much impossible. So I'm afraid I'm not able to write any newsletters this week. Normal service will be resumed next week. (I really hope.)