Fun With Covid
Last week we traveled on a Flixbus into Lisbon to see a very interesting
art exhibit. All these electric guitars, hooked to amps, were positioned
face-up in a big room full of little birds. The birds were quite tame, so
you could walk around and look at them closely. They would fly about and 
land on the strings of a guitar, making notes come out of its amplifier.

Unfortunately somewhere on that bus ride my wife picked up Covid. She
was bedridden starting Wednesday and is only out of bed today. We thought
it was just a cold for the first day, and didn't learn it was Covid until
Friday, by which time we doubtless spread it all over the place. Then I
tested and found I have it, but I'm almost entirely asymptomatic. If I
didn't know I had Covid I wouldn't even think I had a cold. 

Yay.

On the other hand this has forced us to stay in and so I'm getting tons
of stuff done - finished my Portuguese homework for my remote class, and
I started working on my Gopherhole here. 

Thursday, before I knew I had Covid but while Joy was in bed sneezing and
coughing, I went to see a dance performance at the auditorium on Luisa
Todi avenue - a long greenspace running east-west through town. The dance
was lovely - a long artsy-fartsy romp that started with five dancers standing
in various location and making obscure artsy-fartsy comments, and ended with
a slow motion rolling topless puppypile of dancers eventually reaching the
front of the stage. 

But what was more fun than then dance was... going to the dance. Coming back 
from the dance. After living three years in the middle of bumfuck nowhere  
Arizona, I was able to STROLL to an AUDITORIUM to see MODERN DANCE. We
didnt have ANYTHING within ten miles of us in San Manuel, and now I can
just WALK to a lovely auditorium and watch modern dance... for free!

I just hope I didn't given them Covid...