That feeling when COVID-19 that creeps from between the mirrors is better than pneumonia which gives field to the omicronic mare.

I never felt so weak.  Two harsh sicknesses in one week – even my hard immunity had to give up. I brace myself and slowly count days so my personal storm ended.

In the meantime? A lot of Lovecraft. Nothing like dark lord Cthulhu to thaw the frozen heart. At least – partially – it’s good to imagine that people caught by the lovecraftian terrors have it worse than me.  Pitiful, but works.