Covid Chaos on Kernahan Musings

Don’t get cocky about Covid; if you got kids, it will come, creepin and crawlin, round your house. It wallows in the cracks and crevices of your crusty couch until it can connect, and carry out its callous cunty kindness.  We’ve all been suffering from long Covid for three springs now. We’ve all been slowly suffocating in our houses, becoming stranger and stranger everyday - equally scared of death and people at the door. 

So then, it finally infiltrates, with:
hot, hot, heat, 
sweat, sticky sheets, 
plastic, puke, potty bleak,
back, body aches that ibuprofens’ ease,
sleep and senses back please?

Five days, full on together, feelin funky

“Watching X-Files with no lights on”
“We’re dans la maison.”
“We hope the Smoking Man’s in this one.”

This was the Vid for me and my crew.
A culminating course of “keep calm 
cause Covid’s on!”

Can we call it quits now?