I had hoped COVID-19 would have been more resolved by now than it is. I mean, the things I'm bitching about aren't the greatest concerns with this nonsense.
This morning I found an antibody test that was $153. I have asthma, so I'm at a slightly higher risk for complications than the average joe. I go in for a blood draw on Monday morning, and I should have results in three days. If I had it, I would have been exposed around the time of the murder mystery show. A positive result means telling people so they can speak to their doctors. It also means I may be able to give platelets.
In the meantime, let me know if you need a Snapper-crafted cloth mask.
I'm ready for this shit to end so I can go back to focusing on entertainment.