I have been sick the second half of this week. So, sorry Glibfitters, but I just do not have it in me to write a fullblown article.  This is my barely disguised open post.

My symptoms kind or, sort of, fit Covid-19 because most seasonal stuff does.  That did not prevent my wife from immediately jumping to the conclusion I have it.  Oldest daughter home from college insisted I get tested.  For the sake of family peace, I did.  Thank goodness there is now a mouth swab test.  I probably would not have caved if they had to shove a swab up my nose to tickle my brain.  Unsurprisingly, my results came back negative.  I know you are all shocked.

The barely discernible upside to this episode is I have now contributed to increasing the number of tests in my county and the number of negative results.  Hopefully, this will contribute to more freedom in my county.  More than my vote did anyway.

As for working out, I didn’t this week.  You all know the drill.  Let us know what you did, the progress you are making toward your goal(s), and your righteous, manifold complaints about your governor.

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My coronavirus bitch of the week: I find it astounding the stories of overwhelmed emergency rooms due to the dreaded second wave never have any definitive numbers.  Every time I read a story it’s interviews with doctors, hospital administrators, and the like.  The reporting never contains the total number of ICU beds, how many are being used, how many are taken by Covid-19 patients, and the number of available ICU beds. This tweet illustrates why.

I can’t decide on a single song for this week’s music.  So, I present you a oneoff album that isn’t on Spotify and I can’t find the CD for sale anywhere.