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My bedroom window. Photo by Sam Lazar.

It’s not Covid. There’s no fever nor strange extra-terrestrial aches in places I didn’t know existed on my body. There are no tremors; no need for the urgent care waiting room.

But right now, I am sick. I have the kind of cough that burns my throat and chest. It’s the kind of cough violent enough to make me wet my pants.