Sniffle SZN

Well, I guess it’s been sniffle SZN for over 2 years now with COVID, but still.

Trev went to a concert last Monday, and now we both have COVID. I’ve already had it (back in January), and it was like a mild cold for me. Trevor’s not had it yet, and actually made the outrageous comment to me last night as we were walking to the store that he thought he would never get it. Bro, LOL?

I’m impatiently waiting for the symptoms to kick in now. Mostly I’m just sniffling and have a weird heaviness in my throat, but not anything truly uncomfortable. Trevor’s symptoms have been worse. He’s been quarantining in the guest room (“the dungeon”), but I haven’t been that strict about it, so I’m probably fucked. :-)

I will be livid if I lose my sense of taste and smell, though. That’s the element of this virus that genuinely freaks me out—the fact that symptoms affect people so differently. So far, I haven’t experienced any sensory loss, but I will probably cry if I do. We’re going to Italy in a couple of months, and if I can’t taste all the pasta and mozzarella, then why tf would I even go? My dad’s friend Slade got COVID almost two years ago, and he’s not tasted or smelled anything since. Tragique.

This pandemic life is so weird. Like, the whole “two weeks to flatten the curve” mentality? Hysterical. The whole instinctively separating yourself from strangers by 6 feet or more as you walk by them on the sidewalk. Or have we let that go by now? Just cough into my mouth, this is the world we live in?