Covid is tearing through the house.
Many of my worst symptoms are now gone, but I still have the sore throat and some woosiness. Everyone else is much worse, so I am a stand in nurse of sorts. By the time I am writing this, I have been puked on, pooped on, and moaned at in agony. It's heartbreaking. But it will all subside soon. There is at least some light sleeping going on, and everybody should beat this nasty thing.
The Creativity still held its edge throughout all of it. Guess the timing was good after all.