It had to happen at some point. Other than me being gone on a trip now and then, we have always shared our marital bed. Until last tonight. And tonight, which is our 48th anniversary. Until I now I have never been sent to the doghouse, or had to sleep on the sofa.
Carol came down with it two days ago, and tested positive yesterday. She started Paxlovid today. Hers seems to be a mild case; her fever broke after only two days, and she hardly coughs or sneezes, and has no trouble breathing. She is quarantining in our bedroom, and I am waiting on her hand and foot (both of us donning our N95s), hoping that I come down with it too so we can share the load. For now though, I am still testing negative with no symptoms other than loneliness. I have a prescription for Paxlovid too, just in case.
So tonight will be different than our last 47 anniversaries. Carol is reading in the bedroom, and I get to watch Top Gun Maverick. So maybe it’s not so bad.
Happy 48th babe!