So, Christmas Eve, I came down with Covid, who knows where or how. Talk about a royal kick in the butt. Two weeks of sheer misery, followed by a week of exhaustion and lost appetite, followed by 5 days of worsening exhaustion and the absolute worst gout attack imaginable in both feet all the way up the legs into the thighs caused by dehydration. Doctors have labeled me a long-termer, but one tough son of a gun. Suffice to say, I haven't been writing.