I have the sniffles, so I took my temp, and it's 99.1. I was sick just three weeks ago, and I can't believe I have another fever. Kate told me that a worrisome temp is 101. I'm going with that. I feel fine, other than my one sinus tickling.
What I am most worried about is giving it to the Whitfields and the Bakers. I was tempting fate, thinking it was ok to socialize. I've been scared straight.
I'm inside for at least two weeks, except for walking on the San Pablo Trail, which is isolated. Am I going to be able to do my laundry? Probably not, because I have to go to the laundromat for that.
I'll be able to read all of the Maisie Dobbs books that Loretta loaned me. And then there's a pile of books unread, waiting for me to have the time. Ok, now i have the time.
Thank goodness my apartment has windows.
Why can't there be enough tests for everyone to get tested? Then you could figure out who has it, quarantine and care for them, and send the rest of the people back to real life.
Why can't there be enough masks and personal protective equipment for medical people on the front lines?
This administration knew about this virus and January, and ignored it. The incompetence is breath taking. I know I have said that before, but it's the only way to describe it. I need all the breath I can get right now.
My brain is scrambled right now. What should I be doing? Probably one of the more than thirty five things on Aunt Lulu's list. I'll post it as soon as I get a copy of it.
So I probably don't have coronavirus. My brother Peter also said a fever is anything over 100. Like I said, I'm going with that, but still sheltering in place for the next two weeks.
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