You can see by the grocery lists that I have been busy. I have filled the Idaho freezers and refrigerators with enough food for the apocalypse.

I managed to make two shepherd’s pies and four lasagnas before the dreaded Covid Omicron virus struck.

Yes, you read that right. Banjo Man must have picked up the bug on the plane, because two days later he was suffering from “allergies”. A week later brother George and I started with sore throats and head colds. His was minor. Mine came with a fever that would last for a week.

A Covid test was positive, so we assumed we all had it in some form or another.

My daughter-in-law has it now. I talked to an ER nurse via phone and her advice was to drink lots of liquids, rest and ride it out. I would never have thought it was anything but a cold. I’m still shocked it was actually Covid.

I feel pretty good, but it is going to take a while to get up to full speed.

By the way, those home tests are not exactly easy. If you are feeling light-headed and fuzzy, those High School Chemistry Project directions are a challenge. And whoever the government employee was who decided to print the directions in the tiniest font known to mankind deserves to be fired. I had to use the flashlight on my phone to even attempt to read it.

And here is a bit of more cheerful news:

Banjo Man made it up to his beloved cabin and enjoyed a peanut butter and jam sandwich last week!

Oh, the joy!!!