We had been Novids, Dolores and I, all this time or so we thought. Until Christmas Eve. Doing a single load of dishes can knock me out such that I must retire to watch at least one half of a Big East basketball game. Last Friday I nearly passed out on the knives and forks and by the feast tested positive for Covid. Dolores tested positive a couple days later. Lucky for her that she no longer can smell me.
Love his stuff! No brain fog here!