My daughter and her boyfriend are hosting a New Year’s Eve party at his tonight (not big, but several people) so we’ve agreed to masks in the house for a bit when she gets home. This is my life now. Some will call me crazy, or a hypochondriac, but I just feel like I’m adapting to the reality that has been created in my efforts to not be a victim of long COVID. I already have one autoimmune disease, I don’t want another one.