stop the clock
Today is March 1002, 2020, which I make day 991 of dodging the plague (as I went home from work on March 11 and have mainly stayed there), and tonight I have covid. Himself is picking up my Paxlovid scrip in the morning.
I am immensely grateful to have held it off long enough that this is likely to max out for me at Bummer.
I am immensely grateful to have held it off long enough that this is likely to max out for me at Bummer.

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