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Dear Senior Diary: Covid Stole My Birthday
It bummed me out
Dear Diary, it was my birthday the other day, and all I got was a positive test result for Covid, a lunch offer from one of my grandkids, and a Tres Leches cake. The proposal for lunch is good, and I can’t complain about Tres Leches, but a Covid infection? I’m not sure anyone can top that.
Dear Diary, the Covid infection hit me with the power of a freight train. Fortunately, the symptoms only lasted two days, and I bounced back quickly. I thought we were through with all the pandemic stuff. I was wrong.
Dear Diary, Covid stole my sixty-eighth birthday. I can’t get over it. I’ve no one to blame for getting sick but myself. I let my guard down and took some customers to a bar for after-work drinks and dinner. I feel so dirty because bars are high on the CDC’s list of places to avoid. But then again, I’ve been going to this bar for many years, even at the height of the pandemic, without any problems. I did have a mask with me in my pocket.
Dear Diary, This was the first time I had been sick on my birthday in decades. I looked forward to a lovely afternoon with a chilled martini, a smooth cigar, a thick steak, a baked potato, and a loaf of sourdough bread to celebrate. This year I had a glass of Gatorade, a bowl of Top Ramen Soup, and three Tylenol in the comfort of my…
