In Which I Finally Contract COVID-19
Why should I get only a mild case, when so many others have died? It's not fair.
Didn't I know, on some level? Didn't I guess?
On Sunday afternoon at Books-A-Million, when I swallowed a mouthful of coffee wrong and java irritated my sinuses for about an hour afterward, couldn't I have guessed? Or that night, when I felt brief but inexplicable spasms of pain coursing down my back as I sat on the couch, watching “Hercules” with my nie…
