She couldn't get the jab fast enough. I told her I didn't want it. We both made our cases and in the end we respected each other's decisions. Our common ground was that we were going to leave the children alone. No poke for them.

Well yesterday I woke with a fever and she asked me to go get tested. I didn't want to but just to alleviate her insanity I went anyway. I tested positive. I came home and she's got me quarantined and God knows what the rest of my house is doing. Fever went up and down and a huge headache. I've had much worse.

I woke up today feeling fine. She looks confused. I can already see the wheels turning. Either I had a false positive or Covid isn't a big deal. If it was a false positive, then how many more are out there? And if this is indeed the Chyna-flu, did we really need to shutdown the country (which she was against) and inject ourselves with an experimental substance?

This should put an end to her inclinations for receiving any of the inevitable "boosters" that we all know are coming.