Luckily (less luck an more a nigh religious isolation and mask use habit) I missed getting covid. The timing of me quitting and covid starting was a wonderful thing though. I can't imagine trying to maintain that addiction with all the risks being increased and supplies of the cigarettes being lower.

I had started chantix well before the first reports started making it into my awareness, and by the time the first waves of deaths here in the US were puckering buttholes, I was done smoking, and had moved over to zero nicotine vape pens to handle the habits of having something to do with my hands and mouth (other than trying to suck cock at glory holes, which didn't seem wise with covid raging anyway).

The masks originally muted the allergies when out in the world, but this house is old as a Neanderthal dick, and at least twice as dusty, so I was often tempted to just wear a mask at home too lol.

Fuck, that was a wild couple of years. Covid was fucking traumatic even though I never caught it. My anxiety spiked just now remembering how bad it was.