I guess the “year from hell” would not be complete for me if it didn’t include the one thing I worked diligently for just over 10 months to avoid: COVID-19.
The novel coronavirus decided to take up residence in my and my partner’s bodies as the year was coming to a close, though I suspect I might have had symptoms a day or two before my partner did.
The confirmation came while I was preparing Christmas dinner. I was mincing fresh garlic to rub on the turkey breast I was going to cook.
Normally when I am doing this, the kitchen is infused with the aroma of garlic, and my fingers maintain the odor far longer than I would like.