I’ve got no problem wearing a face mask and haven’t left the house without one.

I’ve eaten inside two restaurants in the last seven months.

I go to work. I go to the grocery store. I pick up carryout on occasion.

Despite playing by the rules, two weeks ago today, I developed a minor cough, which became a fever that Friday night, a COVID-19 test the next morning and a positive diagnosis two days later.

I was lucky. My wife and daughters tested negative and remain asymptomatic, and my case was mild.

With the help of Motrin, my fever never topped 100.5 degrees, and my temperature has been normal for several days now. My sinus congestion never settled into my lungs or caused any breathing issues.

I didn’t end up in intensive care like Chris Christie. I didn’t need any steroids or experimental drug cocktails to make me feel healthy and invincible.

I guess — warning, sarcasm alert! — I’m just a perfect physical specimen too.

It wasn’t all fun and games. Some nights I had wicked insomnia. Other nights I slept 11 hours straight. I had intestinal issues that made me glad to be quarantined at home.

But most days I was able to do some work, although I still have a bit of the mental fog that others have complained about.

I feel incredibly lucky … and incredibly frustrated by the recklessness of others.

If I had to be quarantined, I picked a good time for it to happen. A couple of programs I was looking forward to — Aaron Sorkin’s movie “The Trial of the Chicago 7” on Netflix, the Broadway show “What the Constitution Means to Me” on Amazon Prime — both were released while I was home.

Both are excellent, and watching them while Supreme Court confirmation hearings were under way gave them an added resonance.

Released that same weekend on HBO Max was Spike Lee’s film version of David Byrne’s Broadway production / concert “American Utopia.” I haven’t watched it yet, but Byrne’s performance at Jacobs Pavilion at Nautica easily was the best concert I saw in 2018, so I look forward to savoring it soon.

And while I didn’t watch that Lee film, I did watch “Da 5 Bloods” on Netflix. It tried to do too much and not everything worked, but it was ambitious and entertaining. And watching it after Chadwick Boseman’s death increased its poignancy.

I will never watch Adam Sandler’s “Hubie Halloween,” but I finally saw Sandler in “Uncut Gems,” and I’m kind of stunned he was passed over for a best actor Oscar nomination.

I watched more playoff baseball than I would have otherwise, and I watched my favorite football movie — “North Dallas Forty” — which I’d been wanting to do since Mac Davis died.

The only waste of time was “Black Box,” one of four Blumhouse horror releases on Amazon Prime for Halloween. It’s a “Black Mirror” wannabe and would be one of the two or three worst episodes of that series.

But one of the reasons I feel so lucky is that wasting 100 minutes watching “Black Box” might have been the worst part of my COVID diagnosis. May everyone else be so lucky.

Andy Gray is the editor of Ticket. Write to him at agray@tribtoday.com.