Ha! I’ve finally tested positive for COVID, not that this was a long desired outcome. It’s just that I’ve been dodging this bullet for years, and I thought that I might actually get through this life without a positive test.

And, of course, in my pea-brain, I had conceived that this would be the end for me. I would cash my chips in while on a respirator in some dimly lit hospital hallway. A couple steps above being trapped on the bathroom floor.

Things have changed since the early days. I am fully vaxed, so maybe that makes a difference, or not. What I love about this whole thing is that nobody knows. Just guesses.

I suppose I’m continuing because it’s possible this is it. And for now, I still have a desire to write something cogent. Whew! I don’t use that word often.

I’ve shied away from using the term “bucket list”, it seems crass somehow, but it is descriptive, so long as you understand the term “kick the bucket”. I’m not sure that everyone agrees. Maybe it’s like a bucket filled with slips of paper, detailing future plans? Nope, I’m pretty sure there is a darker subtext, “do this before you die!”.

The trouble is, there are too many things to do!

I’ve written before about waiting to hear about medical tests. Generally you are in the waiting room, so it is apply named. You wait to find out if you live or die. I suggested renaming all medical waiting rooms “living rooms”. You are still living! Stop waiting, live your fullest until you can’t. The likihood is that you will stop wanting to do stuff long before you can’t do stuff. It’s a simplistic notion but important. We get tied up in linear thought when most of life is not linear.

It’s possible that COVID could be the end of me, but things have certainly changed. Not that we understand everything, but our guesses have gotten better. Besides if this is the end, then I feel that I’ve done my part, the rest is up to the Creator.