People around me are catching Covid for the 2nd or 3rd time, and I still remain (apparently) untouched. I am thinking by now I have had it, and I was a lucky sod who remained asymptomatic. Not so lucky for anyone around me. My partner has had time for her ADHD medication to kick in, and holy shit what a difference. Normally I cook, clean, take care of the laundry and chores - and she will do her absolute best to help out around the house. 90% of the time though, it falls to me. However! This weekend just gone, she sorted out our entire linen closet, repotted all of our (her) succulent plants, took an entire carload of old clothes away to be donated, took our cat to the vet, vacuumed the house, hung up paintings she's had for two years but never done anything with, conditioned our leather couch and went to the farmers market to get some veggies for this weeks meals. She even found time to visit an op-shop, and came back with an untouched herringbone blazer that fits me perfectly, and would have sold for about $250. She got it for $10. Overall, she's beating me to chores around the house, which has never happened in our years together. I am careful not to focus on the medication doing it's thing, and trying instead to see it as a launch pad for her. She's quick to say "Wow these meds are awesome" but she's still doing the things. She wanted to do them all along, she just now has the executive function to back up her plans. I'm confident the diagnosis was a key part of her shift towards productivity - the validation she felt when a therapist said "Yes. This all makes sense. You have all the markers of ADHD. This isn't being faked and I have a plan to combat this". She has started the conversation that I was dreading though. The one that began, "You've put up with me like this for 6 years. Why? Why would you do that to yourself?" I love her. She's hilarious, compassionate and charismatic. She's fuckin' weird and has that delightful, British dry wit. She encourages me with my hobbies and calls me on my bullshit when I get a bit fiery and am absolutely not looking at a scenario objectively. I'd be a far worse person without her, so.. I can hardly call it "putting up" with her. Her birthday is next week, taking her out for dinner and a nighttime walk on the beach. Happy times. Update: I just got home from work and she has been busy. There is a small plastic guillotine (of the paper slicing variety) on the kitchen table. Me: What's that? Her: A tiny guillotine M: Ooo for crafts? H: For beheading tiny revolutionaries M:.... H: And crafts.