I noticed yesterday a dearth of pep.
I pushed through morning exercise but felt
no better, no relief. With staggered step
I stood and surveyed me, and then I dealt
with diagnosis — did a Covid test,
and read the negative. Okay, but hark —
I took my temperature and was impressed
at three degrees above my normal mark.
With fever I feel chills and lassitude.
I robed and folded on my favorite chair.
I cosseted myself, my attitude
attentive and not going anywhere.
Unchanged today, I figured I would give
another test, and now it’s positive.