When we arrived home on Friday evening (the 10th of December) everything was fine. We lit the fire, opened a bottle of wine. The next day, Saturday, was also fine. By Sunday evening, however, a sudden exhaustion overtook me, along with severe body aches, especially across my upper back and shoulders. I fell dramatically to the sofa, declaring to P that I’ve got the covid! Half joking, half serious. But we both honestly believed that it was unlikely for either one of us to contract the disease. We had always been so careful. That night, I had a terrible sleep, waking up with chills, then night sweats. I began to suspect Omicron. Symptoms at this point included a scratchy throat, dry cough, chills, muscle and body aches, headache, fatigue, congestion (and maddening sinus pressure), and a runny nose.