Huzzah!

Day 17 seems to have been the last of it. I've been improving steadily for the last 3 days or so, but I was a bit nervous Sunday morning. In the end I had voice enough to sing and to read the intercessions. There is still an occasional rogue cough here and there, but it looks like I've got this thing licked. And this morning, which would have been Day 18, I could only imagine my little antibodies marching in grand review and parading the virus through the streets in chains, as joyous lung cells threw a ticker-tape parade . Salve victor!

Time will tell how long The Alta Californian survives its founding cause. I didn't sleep well last night, for an entirely different reason, so there you go.