I took this picture one year ago: fallen cherry blossoms on shadowy rocks in Central Park. Presumably they're blooming again even if I can't see them.
As the number of infections in New York continues to slowly, slowly fall, we finally have testing available to anyone who wants it. I got the antibody test at an urgent care clinic near my apartment on Saturday -- no one in line, maybe a five minute wait after checking in.
It came back negative, so losing my sense of smell for a couple of days earlier this year -- who knows when? March? February? -- and the accompanying cough weren't Covid. I know the antibody test has a lot of false positives and immunity isn't guaranteed anyway, so a positive result was never going to be a Get out of my apartment free card. But it would have made me a little less paranoid even if none of my routines changed.
Instead I'm telling myself that what I'm doing has worked, so keep it up!
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