Break out the masks--it's Purim in August: COVID 2.0

My husband was sniffling and losing his voice, so he gave himself a rapid test last night, and it came out positive.  Oy.  This is his second round of COVID (not counting the "Paxlovid backlash" after the first round last January).  He spent last night quarantined in our bedroom while I moved out to "Camp COVID" in the living-room.  This morning's "official" COVID test at our friendly local urgent-care medical drop-in center didn't turn out any better, I'm sorry to say.  It's gonna be a dull Labor Day weekend. 

For those keeping score at home, we've already had to postpone our apartment painting twice.  At this point, I don't think there's any chance that it'll get done before Simchat Torah.