As luck would have it, my son who came home for the holidays, tested positive for Covid this afternoon. As a compromised individual (most of the comorbidities and then some), we shall see how infectious this version of Covid really is.
He arrived from California late on Thursday night. We had our family get together with about 20 people on Christmas Eve. Exchanged gifts on Christmas Day. We had another little get together today. His only complaint was a scratchy throat and a 99.6 fever last night. Fever was normal today but we were able to get him tested (which isn't an easy task), so he went.
Positive. Now everyone is in a panic. He's sequestered in one of the bedrooms, I'm stuck in my basement (mancave) and the wife is staying on the main floor. All who attended are trying to get a test, but they are difficult, at best, to find out until next week.
I'll let you know how things turn out. If you never hear from me again, it was a good ride (j/k).