Maybe maybe maybe not

The universe is telling me something. 

Applied for a job, my car needed $3,000 worth of repairs.

Applied for another job, needed a root canal and crown. 

Applied for a job, got two more book deals that will keep me busy through next year. 

Applied for a job, got Covid.

Now I am locked in the bedroom. At least I have time to work on illustrations and force myself to paint a landscape.

How did you get Covid? Well, we lost a staff member (moved for military spouse, she’s not dead or anything), so I’m back at the front desk full-time, getting sneezed on by everyone. Also, there were 62 people at storytime this week, with screaming and rampaging and injuries and stolen toys and crying. When I brought out the bin of shakey eggs they tried to climb me like the zombies in World War Z.

So, you know, I have my theories.