This COVID-3 or whatever has knocked me dead in the mud

I tell you what. 

My wife and my daughter brought it back from NYC a couple or three days before Christmas, and it wasted no time laying into those of us who had not left Florida. Well, I didn’t get it right away, but everybody else did and then quickly got over it. When done with them, COVID went after me with a passion. In a 24-hour period, I fell out of bed three times. My wife and my oldest son got me up, but it was a chore. Michael is 30 years younger than I am, but I have him by 60 pounds. My wife is six years younger. I am wearing diapers and sleeping on a water-soluble pad. Last night I emptied my bladder four times and am not fearful of saying I made not one effort of getting out of bed.

I am drinking DayQuil and NyQuil, and my wife will get a pint of Southern Comfort, her next supply run.

I am tired and must go to bed.