Life check

Better but still testing positive.  Pedants don't need to remind me that RATs are not 100 per cent reliable;  they're still what the doctor's staff is going by, before they let me in there to get a medical certificate.  And actually those tests are doing pretty well.  They're not expired, at least they do have 2024 on the boxes, and while my first positive test had the two lines spring up very boldly, the second test showed a less definite second line and this third one fainter yet, but I don't think the doc will accept "yeah but not much?" to whether I'm still contagious.  So the gulag might have to wait for their papertrail, though hopefully I will test negative in the next two days.  Or three;  I think the doc might be open Saturday and it's not like I'll need a lot of time in there.

I'm trying to do some exercise now to get my body used to the idea that the holiday will be over soon!  So I swept around my house [brick tiles] and watered out front where the sprinklers don't reach, to get the place looking a bit less abandoned for the apocalypse.  My neighbour's toddler kid [gender optional?] came bouncing over, squeaking something and I had to tell it to go back over its side, which it fortunately did;  I did *not* want to be responsible for the neighbours becoming plagued.  Adult neighbour showed up to wrangle spawn, so I explained.  Up until then there'd been nobody in sight so I thought it was safe to venture out.

After that I thought I'd sit down and have some water! 

What news from beyond the borders?

PS.  Also I can't count.  Tuesday 28/11 symptoms showed up, first full day Wednesday, so that's only eight full days now.  Nine.