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In Quarantine On Saint Patrick’s Day

Today Is Thursday, Isn’t It?

Or is it Friday? Panic cuts through me, as I wonder “Am I losing my mind?” Timeless, my brain sieves sand to the tick of the clock.

The test was on Saturday, an hour of shock fixed between two red lines. If this means positive, I’m not having any of it, I’d cried.