My Bragging Rights Are Over

Issue 36 has COVID

Jun 14, 2022

Welcome to my bed, from where I type these words.

I have COVID. I held out for two years and finally picked her up while traveling to Asheville, NC for my cousin’s wedding. Bam!

I have body aches, headaches, and a fever of unknown degrees; a minor cough, and not much congestion. I can taste, thank god! I’m simply fluey, that’s all. I think I’ll live.

The backdrop to the Asheville wedding wasn’t shabby at all. It was my first time in North Carolina. Something’s abundantly clear when I leave California—other parts of the world are not parched like we are. Water is in such short supply in the Bay and I rarely realize how much until I go elsewhere and the greenery is so damn green!

Where lawns are large, peace and simplicity are palpable. Hullabaloo doesn’t loom in the air the way it does in the Bay Area—the frenetic energy the Joneses and all the people trying to keep up with them emit. It’s thick here. It’s absent elsewhere.

I’m destined for this simpler existence. Not in Asheville, but somewhere that’s not where I am now. It’s glorious here, but it’s not the only glory out there. Buckle up, sister, only 10 years until Emma leaves the house.

This week’s newsletter is short and I think we all know why. Goodnight at 4:39 pm.