Partner finally caught covid (or, first time she's had symptoms and tested positive). Been playing nurse for the last week as it hit her pretty hard, but I seem to have avoided it. Plonk her by the fire, ply her with soup and meds. She's back at the office tomorrow, we think. I'll have been in my 'new' job for a year come August. Quite surreal to think about, and I'm still reaping the benefits of the minimised stress. Amazing what you'll adapt to without realising, and I absolutely adapted to a shitty environment at the time. The new job has afforded me so much more time to put towards hobbies. I write a lot more, I maintain the garden better, I'm more sociable. I'm just way happier. Very grateful towards the people who nudged me in the new direction. We got snow yesterday and everything froze over today, so I'm WFH this morning and getting the fire going. Cat is purring, partner is stirring. All's well.