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You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone, sang Joni Mitchell. And right now I am hoping that will be the case. Hoping that when Covid-19 testing eventually filters down to the masses, my current concerns will prove justified. That I was not giving in to hypochondria. That tests provide late confirmation of what I fear is happening as I dutifully languish in self-isolation. And, more importantly, from an admittedly selfish point of view, that I am still around to enjoy the moment. ‘See, told you so,’ I hear the body gleefully saying. ‘It was the Covid virus, not… Continue reading