We're hanging in okay at the Alcott House sanitarium. T slept or sagged for much of yesterday, though he did take a short masked walk, just to feel his muscles move. He is in good spirits, eating fine, not getting worse, but apparently trapped on a plateau of lethargy. Meanwhile, I still show no signs of illness.

Maybe today his energy will start to kick back in, or maybe this will be another day on the couch. My plan is to muddle around with some garden chores, simmer chicken stock for a zucchini risotto, prep for tomorrow's class, and baby him. As sick people go, he's pretty easy to care for: he accepts tending graciously but doesn't wallow or make a scene. In my experience this is a rare talent and is well worth the interminable German silent films.