In a parallel world, I would be still in the hangover of Mahalaya, doing my last-minute cosmetic shopping and Maa would be complaining about everything today.
In real world, I finished the last dose of Hydroxychloroquine and ate an obscene amount of all things Vitamin C.
Sailing through.
Breathing through, with difficulty or not.
So far so good.
Not complaining. So not complaining.