Covid notes: so far so good knock on wood

After two years of practically-paranoid risk avoidance with Covid, I came down with a fever and a woozy head a couple of days ago.

The only place I've gone in months, besides for a walk in the uncrowded streets of my neighborhood, is to my isolated mother's house and to pick up groceries outside the store, and an occasional masked dip into the neighborhood cafe for a takeout latte and scone.

But then there's my sister, who lives in a motorhome in my driveway and uses my shower and laundry--I don't control her contacts--and the folks who clean my house, though they're masked and vaxed and I leave while they work and run a window fan...

Well, you can really spiral with this endless anxiety and stress, looking for ways to perfect your precautious and blame yourself.

I did a rapid antigen test yesterday and it came out negative. Did another one today, also negative. So the low-grade fever and wooziness, which have passed, could've been an allergy thing, or a microdosing thing--psilocybin has made me woozy more than once--or a purely psychosomatic manifestation of this endless stress, but it apparently wasn't the 'rona.

Nevertheless, I'm gonna persist in my near-paranoid (but not perfectly paranoid) risk avoidance.