What A Time

What a time to be alive? Presumably, pandemics occur approximately once every 100 years and I've been so fortunate to have been alive during this one. It's been an interesting ride and ultimately I have decided that I would like to be long gone before the next one happens. Assuming I won't still be on this plot of ground when I'm 126 years old, I should be fine. 

I felt conflicted when I learned that one of my coworkers tested positive for the virus. We have been around each other in the last week and I felt it was my responsibility to get tested as well because I have been experiencing some of the symptoms. So today I went to a "drive thru" testing at a local church and stood in a line for 45 minutes with Winston before I was able to get registered. Granted I did show up early so it didn't take that long once they were actually open for business. The bad thing? The sky fell down on us right when I got to the front of the line. I refused to leave and come back so I just stood there, patiently, waiting for my name to be called, "Victoria?" Yep, that's me! I couldn't tell who was more excited to make some movement; me or Winston. Poor guy was blinking his little eyelids so fast as the rain hit his face. I tried to use my only shield from the rain (my jacket) for him but he didn't seem to understand why I was covering part of his body and face with it. When I finally made it to the tent I had the honor of putting a stick up my nose all the way to my brain. Not literally. It really wasn't as bad as made seen on the web but you wouldn't hear me complaining if I never had to do it again. Small note... I ended up getting tested again two weeks later. It went smoothly the second time and both times I was negative! Whoo!