One Down, Two (Three?) To Go

It was a little later than to my liking, but I got the result from my first test at work: Negative.  Good.  That gives me cover (though maybe not anything credible, at least according to Dr. Anthony Fauci) to get my fuck on with a couple of my stripper girlfriends.

The big one is Saturday.  Then the Saturday after that I'll need to take a final test, which, if also negative, means it'll be two weeks since being in contact with my co-worker, and therefore I did not contract at all the coronavirus from my co-worker.  Fingers crossed.