She points out easily overlooked but illuminating particulars
Body aches, chills, fatigue, dizziness, shortness of breath: for the third time since the COVID pandemic began, I’ve either got the damn thing or some other malady with very similar symptoms. It’s unpleasant, it’s uncomfortable, and, above all, it’s a big, big bore, if only because it makes it a lot harder to get writing done and, even worse, may put the kibosh on our usual family Christmas. Lingering in bed these last couple of days, I’ve shuffled back and forth between consciousness and unconsciousness, and at one point I found myself trapped in that tiresome no man’s land between the two, where one’s mind churns out an exhausting series of bizarre and disjointed thoughts — although “thoughts” isn’t exactly the right word for them — that make no sense whatsoever. In other words, pretty much the sort of stuff that Joy and Whoopi say on The View every day when they’re supposedly wide awake.
