Technically yesterday, but I learned that I'm Covid Negative. My (and the wifes) massage therapist notified us over the weekend that she was sick and had tested positive. The wife and I both had seen her the prior week, so were solidly in the 'exposed' time period. Although asymptomatic, the wife and I thought it responsible to test.
I'll tell you what though, I'll have the sensation of having my brain tickled stamped in my psyche forever.
Having taken a couple days extra off over New Years, we had time to schedule for testing and I only missed one extra day of work. Oh darn... hate having an extra day for oil changes and dismantling of Xmas lights. Darn, I say again, Darn.
I'm writing this one off to the efficacy of masks. In my daily work, I can't tell you how many in a building of 60 people are solidly refusing to wear masks at work (Easily 80%). I wear mine, my people wear theirs, my massage lady wears hers, I wear mine for all interactions. Dunno where she picked it up, but it wasn't passed along to us because of those annoying little pieces of fabric. Wish I could make some of the fools I work with see this as a teaching moment, but sadly, they won't listen.
LT