Darkness knows itself by name
I don't have COVID-19. But I had to get up at sleepless o'clock to be tested and it rendered the rest of the day effectively useless for anything beyond telecommunicating with the follow-up doctor in the afternoon, who did not at that time have my test results but was pretty sure from my symptoms and my accounting of the last month that I just had a respiratory crud. Then I had an asthma attack in the evening from our new upstairs neighbors' weed smoke drifting down the stairwell into my office—which really makes me feel safe about our pandemic air quality—and there is now a faint smell of burning electronics in our apartment, even though all of our computers appear to be safe. It was not the motor of the box fan which I had to prop in my office window in order to get the smoke out into the falling snow. I desperately want to be doing something with my brain, but I think what I may need to do with it is go to sleep.

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I appear to have developed an actual allergic/asthmatic* reaction to it in the last year, so my feelings have moved toward the negative and my body now reacts to the smell as if to the smell of coffee, i.e., it registers instantly as toxic.
* When last we checked, I don't have asthma per se, I have allergies so bad they effectively began to mimic asthma, but since I have now been on one regular and one rescue inhaler for it for nearly a year, this is a bit of an academic distinction by me. Really we need to move, which for financial and other reasons cannot happen any time soon.