Being an accounting of the recent and continuing pandemic and its various circumstances, from the perspective of an inhabitant of the regions lately called the Lost Quarter. Dates unknown.
Day Seven Hundred Seventy Nine
Today is the day both my love and I are finally released from the Grippe Reborn and our isolation. Though I have been freed for a few days now, my love has been under quarantine and still suffering some ill effects from the Dread Lord. Because she was a close contact of me when I first began to show symptoms she has been in isolation for two weeks, while I only had to remain locked away for ten days. For the most part I have stayed inside these last days, still reluctant to venture out, only leaving the house for my morning run.
As with me, my love’s symptoms lingered on past their welcome, much to her frustration. Up until yesterday she was still congested and coughing, her voice a little hoarse. This morning she is well though and full of energy, no doubt in part because of her promised release. We both have work today but once that is done we will be heading out to walk about the city whose streets we have been absent from for nearly a month.
It is wonderful to be past both the trials of the Dread Lord and the strange dislocations of quarantine. Time moved strangely and now it feels as if we are about to rejoin the turning of the world again. We can go about with ease, for a few months at least, knowing the Dread Lord is unlikely to be able to slip past our defences again.