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After two and a half years of chasing safety from Covid, the virus finally grabbed hold of me and knocked me to the ground.

For the past several days, the couch was my friend. I had no desire for coffee, no creative flow, and I could not lift my head.

Yes, Covid sucks.

“Can I get you anything, honey?” my husband often asked. A more attentive caregiver I couldn’t ask for.