Wow. Long day. I have spent a lot of time in a dead freezer with a lot of dead food. Yuck. But my new Nigerian friend was a great paid help, cleaning the bathroom upstairs in preparation for toilet replacement. To some hilarity and inadvertent help. Floor was dirty, duct was wide open because cover was awaiting replacement, and now I've seen her work, she uses water as a weapon, so in cleaning floor, ton of water got into ducts. What's underneath bathroom but laundry room, which floor could really do with some washing anyway, and all the soapy water in the ducts wasn't hurting either. And we got almost nowhere trying to help her with a work permit, but we are trying. And the big guy, who is also now very sick with COVID (and he's man-sick, let me tell ya), has been issued strict instructions to go get Paxlovid tomorrow, did start supper for us, and ate with us, and is promising his supervisory help tomorrow and I used his shower and washed my revolting smelling hair. Wish me luck. I am exhausted. The bin is picked up thursday. I have a big man for moving and doing anything really, from 10-whenever, a healthy Nigerian woman to do anything cleaning from 9 to whenever, my daughter, for free, I hope, and I wish she'd text me back, a scrap man coming at 1 to pick up freezer and all metal recycling, and hopefully the big guy for some help supervising. Frig-ma-jig and damnation. I am thanking Godde for Paxlovid at this moment. I have instructed big guy, who acquired it yesterday, to go get Paxlovid on his way to his other job tomorrow. We are awfully busy for retired people, both currently officially sick; my mask collection has been revitalized and washed, and I have a little supply of N95s, and it feels like 'oh, not again'...