Assuming I have/had Covid, based upon even symptoms started, I’m out of isolation as of today. So I’m going to the office tomorrow. Masked, of course.
The original plan was to work from home all week, but then my boss dumped a huge docket in my lap this morning, so I need to go in to prep it with the staff. It’s on Wednesday morning, and we have 60 matters on.
Freya is texting that she doesn’t feel well. So her time is probably up on the no-covid train. Dave is still fine, and Jackson has immunity since he had it last month. I’m tired of life revolving around this fucking virus.
In other news, I have no other news. Haha. I’m anxious to get the fuck out of this house. In the meantime, I guess I will read some more.