I've finally made it a whole week with Covid and working at the same time. It sucked a lot and I know I didn't do my best work but I was present and still did decent, so I'll take that. I don't have a fever any more, and my congestion and cough is starting to get better even without Mucinex, so if I can get some decent sleep over the weekend I may have a shot at recovering. 

I haven't even tried to test since I'm sure I'll be positive for at least a few more days, but I've ordered new tests from the USPS which arrived today so I won't be running low for a while. Tomorrow I have to work on keeping up with the chores since I haven't had the energy this week to do more than eat when I could, but that's the joys of living alone. You have privacy but no backup if you need someone to help out.

Tomorrow is a new day though, and one where I don't have to take 95%+ of my energy towards work, so I will be hoping that recovery is the new order of things.