I’ve been self-quarantined since Wednesday night. I think my riding buddy has the virus. His wife and son were sick as well. Thursday morning, I woke up with a tightness in my lungs and a very mild dry cough that I couldn’t blame on allergies – no fever, though. 97.1, 97.4, and 97.6 over the course of 24 hours. I texted my boss that I had to stay home and explained everything.

I knew, if I had come down with it (the only way would have been through fist bumps after riding with my buddy), there were people at the office who wouldn’t be as lucky as I am if they got it. So I’ve worked from home out an abundance of caution. I felt “okay” Friday, but the breakthrough was Saturday. The tightness in my lungs left, the cough went with it. Breathing returned to 100%. I felt normal again. Better, I felt good.

Going by recommendations, assuming everything continues, I should be good to go back to work Tuesday – 96 hours after symptoms were gone… if they were even symptoms in the first place (I’m highly doubtful in hindsight – no sick wife, no sick kids).

In the meantime, I’ve got a small pile of money set aside, so I can handle a month, maybe two of this before things get tight… and that’s under a complete shutdown, no working from home.

And so things are relatively easy for now. I’m actually enjoying the down time. I’ve been getting some miles in, watching a lot of movies, and loving spending time with my wife and kids. I wouldn’t be opposed to doing this more often (obviously under MUCH better circumstances). I’m quite grateful for the experience.

Most of all, I’m stoked that in the face of all this, I’m able to be content living life on life’s terms. As recovery goes, that’s as good as it gets.