The fatique with covid is something you don’t get used to. Missus went to her relatives for another Christmas dinner today. I felt ok actually, but used still getting over it as an excuse to stay home, even though I felt fine. Started feeling remorseful, and figured I’d vacuum a bit to make up for it, cat hair is everywhere etc. 15 minutes moving the hoover around downstairs, and I had to lie down for 30 minutes.
Not going for a run tomorrow in other words. Fuck this.