One one end, there’s nothing more delightful than watching my nearly two year old dance to Shakira each morning, enthralled by the recent Super Bowl Half Time show.
On the other, I go to sleep wondering if I will wake up with a hard, dry cough or another of the COVID-19 symptoms. I know that if I do, that will almost surely mean my wife and son have it too. Any time I go outside and can just see another person from a distance, even though no one I’ve encountered “seems” sick, I wonder is this the interaction that proves my gamble foolhardy. If I sneeze or have a slightly runny nose, I wonder if other people see me and freak out. In my mind, I protest “it’s just allergies” and “I have this all the time” but reversing the situation, I understand the feeling – I’m thinking the same thing.
I Spit Hot Fire 