Nine Feet Underground

The penultimate working day of the week is here.  A couple of really important meetings ahead and, of course, work. Late afternoon I had an unexpected call with a colleague I'd not spoken to for a while.  It was a good catch-up, both technical and personal. Turns out he's on leave on Friday as well, and though we'll both be heading south, he's off to Portugal for a Land Cruiser road trip in the sun. Sounds like he needs the break from work and those other pressures. Q comes home from work late and I'm starting 'Ulysses For All' at six for a couple of hours. Q starts making dinner, and, most appropriately given tonight's episode, I eat while listening to the talk.  The episode for tonight is 'Lestrygonians' whose main theme is food.  The guest speaker tonight is Flicka Small (thinks: where does the name Flicka come from? Q reckons 'Felicity'.  The inner child (inner?) also thinks that the only surname that should follow 'Flicka' is...

Overnight I got pinged by Track & Trace and it appears that I was in proximity to someone with Covid on Thursday, presumably whilst I was in the hospital.  As I don't have any symptoms and am double-vaccinated, I don't have to self-isolate but I have booked a PCR test today, just in case. Back to work for a bit then heading off to get my PCR test done... ...PCR test done, annoyingly it was a DIY centre, so hopefully I did it OK, it's not so easy in a car. I should hear within four days (which seems a staggeringly long time) though the centre was pretty busy, with people coming and going all the time. Returned from the PCR test to work, until I'm interrupted mid-meeting by a call from my GP which I have to take.  Three vital things to discuss: the side-effects of Sertraline, is it working (mood-wise) and I'm running out on Friday and need more. We've agreed that I'll stick with Sertraline for three more weeks, by which time I will hopefully have either go...

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