This last week, I got COVID. This summer strain is an absolute bastard. It came out of nowhere and completely nuked me for two days.
On the first day, it went from a slight feeling of being under the weather to being genuinely concerned for my own health in about three hours flat.
I swear, I could actually feel it spreading through my body, poking and prodding as it went.
The worst of it passed in 24 hours, but three days later I was still short of breath, feeling lacking in energy, and generally run down.
Still, no rest for the wicked, as I am now away for a long weekend on a long-standing commitment that I am determined will still involve frankly obscene amounts of alcohol-fuelled merriment.
You lose, China!
Outside of me, Boba Phil is switching caves and his super-duper uber-high-tech and high-speed internet installation took longer than expected, Wrenage is out toiling in the fields, and Yoda remains working all hours in the corporate world.
So basically we are looking a bit light on numbers heading into this weekend.
So what better way to tide us over than leaving it up to you, or beloved Outposters. Entertain yourselves, and each other.
Just about anything goes, don’t do anything illegal or get anyone assassinated. Lord knows, there has been enough of that this past week.
Try not to eat each other. See you on the other side.