Heed not Steve

Fissure

ahead of summer

the world

burns

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© Steve Mitchell 2020

Slow Hobby

summer wind –
he can’t decide what to do
with his beard

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© Steve Mitchell 2020

Day Into Day

waiting to breathe

he thinks of his youth

he thinks of the war

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© Steve Mitchell 2020

Luna

named for the moon –
she sleeps

in the sun

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© Steve Mitchell 2020

A Pandemic Gift To Me From My Sweetie

I’ve already put it to use, oh yes.

Thanks, Sweetie. I love you!

Negatory, Good Buddy

Well, my test results are back and …. I tested negative for the presence of Sars-Cov-2 antibodies.

Alas.

I’m disappointed; it would’ve been a relief to have maybe some immunity at this point. While I’m reasonably fit and healthy, I am prone to pneumonia and I have pre-hypertension and I’m creeping into the higher risk age group.

It’s scary.

I was hoping to be able to put some of that fear aside.

Oh well.

On the plus side, I’ve managed not to get the corona while working this whole time. It’s an oddly nice feeling knowing I haven’t been exposed.

So. Anyhow. There’s the science. I had something in January but it wasn’t Covid 19.

It’s good to know where I stand.

Wait and See

Okay.

Ever since Covid 19 hit the United States, I’ve wondered to myself, Self, was that bug you caught, back in January, the coronavirus ?

I know it most likely wasn’t.

No.

There weren’t any reported cases here until after I’d gotten sick. And, even with the ever increasing numbers, the overall percentage of those infected is very small. And Lucy didn’t seem to catch whatever I had in spite of our close, marital contact.

But.

I did have a mild fever which lasted about 4 or 5 days. And I did have an annoyingly persistent dry cough.

Also, about a week after the fever cleared up I developed mild but aggravating bronchitis which has left me with lingering, intermittent bronchial irritation even to this day.

And, anecdotally, I’ve encountered a few people who are wondering the same thing about their own January illnesses.

And, in California, they’re now saying the first Covid death was February 3rd.

So.

In the name of science and wishful thinking, and to better gauge where I stand, I went yesterday to get blood drawn for an antibody test. I went to an established lab which is offering an accurate, FDA authorized test. I paid out-of-pocket.

I should have the results in a couple of days.

Honestly, I’m hoping the result is positive. I’m not all eager, fingers-crossed hoping, mind you. If it turns out I’ve already been exposed to the coronavirus, not much will change. I’ll still have to practice the same social distancing and safety practices. I’ll still face the same uncertain future.

But, it would surely be a relief because it’d mean I’d gotten through round one of the illness with little trauma, and because it might maybe possibly mean I’d have some measure of protection, some limited immunity, at least for the near future.

That’d be a nice feeling.

If the test comes back negative, well, I’ll be disappointed.

Yeah.

But I’d rather know than to always wonder.

So, for now, it’s just wait and see.

I’ll let you know what I find.

Every Night Together

a kiss

goodnight

and

it’s

a

good

night

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© Steve Mitchell 2020

Until Then

this warm night –

we discuss a trip

maybe next year

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© Steve Mitchell 2020

Of Late

grilled vegetables –
our cat comes home
without his collar

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© Steve Mitchell 2020