Friday. Awoke at a quarter to six to go through the usual get up, make the bed and be ready to set out for breakfast routine. Except we didn't set out for breakfast. Thought about going by the supermarket, but decided to put it off and will probably do so until I run out of stuff to eat. Well, not until I run out, but closer to it than I am now. We know our habits and so lied down on the bed to wrestle further with the idea of going to the supermarket while starting on the Friday papers.

Reading a column in the Chronicle the writer mentioned going to the supermarket during off times when she experienced the level crowding she'd experienced during the day. Looking at the time it wasn't long after seven when the local Safeway opened and decided get up and go, see how coronavirus crowded it might be.

Arrived to find a parking space right in front of the store. OK, that looked good. The store wasn't all that crowded. Still plenty of people, maybe a third of them wearing masks, and so entered and stocked up on things, feeling woozy for some reason, the vision a little blurred. Then got in the one checkout line and waited twenty minutes standing behind my cart feeling weaker and weaker. Weak to the point of thinking that without the cart to lean on I'd fall down.

Finally reached the register, realizing things had gotten to the point I'd peed down my leg without realizing it while standing in line, managed to check out and move the cart to the car. Lucky it was parked just outside the front door. Drove home, sitting making the dizziness/tiredness better and me well enough to drive, noted my morning breakfast restaurant's front door was open as I passed (are they open for take-out?), got home, carried the first load of groceries to the apartment and then went quickly to the bathroom to take a dump. A large dump. Still wobbly and tired, changed the wet clothes and laid down for five minutes before I went downstairs to get the second load of groceries from the car.

OK, still not over, up three or four times with diarrhea this time, the stomach and intestines aching until that last run to the toilet and thinking at least this probably wasn't CORVID-19, the symptoms weren't right, but then remembered the blood pressure and took a measurement: 96/58. That's where the tiredness want to lie down right now came from. It was normal - 124/78 - first thing when I got up this morning and it was normal - 123/73 - at five this afternoon when I was feeling better, no aching intestines, no need to immediately lie down again whenever I got up. Go figure.