I've watched this video that Sabine posted about ten times already this morning. This is where I put everything I don't want to lose track of, so here you go. If you decide to listen, click and make it big. I hope it gives you beautiful chills. I miss the blending of voices in my own choir, which we had to suspend in early March. Perhaps we can figure out how to make music together like this in the meanwhile.
The woman I usually sit beside in choir, not the one who had a cold and tested negative, but the woman who sits on my other side, my neighbor with whom I share a cab to and from rehearsals, has been down with covid-19 for the past three weeks. I learned this two days ago, when I texted her, thinking that we had been uncharacteristically silent with one another. Her husband called me back and told me what was going on. He thinks he gave it to her, because he was sick with what he thought was a knock-your-socks-off flu in late February, and despite taking care of my friend, he hasn't been sick since. Her fever and blinding headaches wouldn't break for two weeks and she couldn't sleep from coughing so hard all night.
Her primary care doctor finally told her to come in and get tested. Her breathing wasn't constricted, thank God, so he sent her back home. Her test came back positive a few days later. She's had a terrible time of it, but her husband says she's finally on the mend. I last saw her on March 2, when we chatted and laughed uproariously, as we do, on the way home in our Lyft car. She was definitely contagious then, but had no idea. If I was going to get sick myself, I would likely have shown symptoms by now, right? I still wonder if my cold, or maybe it was allergies, might actually have been covid, as the timing would have been about right if she infected me. My family thinks I'm a little nuts, and that what I had was a garden variety cold. I still imagine symptoms sometimes, a scratchy throat when the windows are open and the pollen from the trees at our window floats in.
We got a new vacuum cleaner as the old one was worthless. My niece just set it up and is using it now. You should see how much stuff it picked up from the living room area rug. It's a little terrifying actually. Still, this counts as big excitement around here. Tomorrow is Easter. My daughter and her love are coming over to spend it with us, as we had decided that our two households will quarantine together. Truth is, I can’t wait to see them, though I'm a little nervous that we're playing loose with the rules. Don't judge me.