I finally got COVID last week, which has definitely felt like a withdrawal into a cave of a different sort. So my next update will be a little delayed. Many apologies!

The way it manifested for me was fever, achiness, a searing headache and acute insomnia — two straights nights without sleep despite no caffeine intake. I’m smiling at the optimism of my first 48 hours: approaching like a sacred ceremony and embracing it was a good intention but eventually I just wanted it to be over. I feel fortunate not to have lost any smell or taste, although my appetite has been virtually non-existent.

I feel slightly better now, well enough to pen this short email anyway. Hopefully it’s coherent—I’m still pretty foggy.

What I am noticing today, after sleeping for the first time in days, is a sort of rebirth feeling, a newfound and deeper appreciation for life, and a welcome softening toward life. I feel a bit like the woman in that painting.

Anyway, I’m optimistic that I’ll have a new missive for you soon.