I did the anti-hipster thing and got COVID-19 when it wasn’t cool any more. It hasn’t been too bad, but I’m aware how lucky I am that it didn’t go another way. That time in our history almost feels like it didn’t happen, but I know it did.

Like many times in the past, I chose to fight this little bit of sickness the way that works for me: engaging in manual labor and almost dying. There was a driveway that needed graded at the home and I didn’t want to bring a dump truck in and put two foot ruts in the ground so I did it all by hand. Three loads in a full size pickup truck bed and several hours of backbreaking labor later, and we have a driveway that no longer holds water.

As with the times in the past when I utilized this approach, I barely remembered that I was sick until I stopped working for the day. Then all of the soreness of the work came rushing in and replaced any symptom soreness I may have been experiencing. It is a way to muddy the waters of consciousness and pass the time.

Now it is on to the next task to keep moving forward to get back to the country. I am between writing tasks so it is as good a time as any to get some things done.