Last weekend I started to feel myself coming down with something.
On Monday my wife told me to take a COVID test...
On Monday my wife told me to take a COVID test...
To my great dismay, a second line began to faintly show upon the test strip.
Wanting to keep the family safe, I packed up and moved into a hotel down the road for the week.
It was quite a boring week. I Sequestered myself with plenty of food, water, and vitamins, and set out to wait out the week.
By Thursday the test displayed a darker line than before. Although I had planned to come home on Friday, I decided to wait until Monday when the second line might be lighter.
It was a desperately boring few days, but finally on Sunday afternoon the test displayed a distinct negative.
On Monday I finally came home.
It's nice to be back.
It's nice to be back.
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