Well. It's happened. I've gone and contracted Covid-19 again. It started small - with a little scratch in my throat and a low cough. Every year, without fail, I'll get sick with some flu or sinus matter, and then it always turns into bronchitis. So I thought I was cool. But no. I'm stuck in my room typing away with the piddling amount of strength I have left, fighting off the fever and phlegm. Lovely, right? Anyway. When I'm sick as a dog, most of the joy that is derived from everyday life gets…