So, when I last left you, I was standing in what turned out to be a three hour outdoor line in front of a MedRite Urgent Care in Brooklyn. At the end of that line, I’d take a test, and a few hours later I’d learn that what I was already suspecting was true. I, like seemingly half of New York City, had Covid. A nice little birthday present from the universe to me. The middle of last week sucked. I had a 102 degree fever, and then a sore throat that gave me a full on Harvey Fierstein voice. It also seemed like a rip-off that I was getting time off from my punishing work schedule, but I didn’t have the focus to sit down and knock out any good books, movies, or TV shows. But thankfully, by the weekend my symptoms had virtually passed, and by the start of this week I was feeling fully myself. Still need to wait another couple days before I re-enter society, but such is the way of things.