Anyway...
I had Covid earlier this year. Don't know which variant, but since I only had mild symptoms it must've been the first Omicron variant.
It was a bit weird, though. The symptoms hit me suddenly (maybe in the span of an hour or less), which is what made me suspect Covid. A slightly sore throat but my voice dropped deep, like Mariana Trench deep. I was visiting my parents at the time, as was my brother and sister, and as soon as I it happened I excused myself, drove home and tested myself. The test was negative then, but the next morning it was positive. And wouldn't you know, after a few days' incubation, it turns out I had infected my entire family. They all got it mild, too. Even my 90 year old dad shrugged it off.
My missus, however, got away scott free. Mind you, I was exiled to the guest room, and we kept our distance until I was well again, in spite of all my insistence that Covid is not a sexually transmitted disease.
Aside from possibly a slight fever the first day, however, the deep voice and slightly sore throat were the only symptoms. Well, that, and a sense of absolute boredom. I was home from work, naturally, and had all the time in the world to do anything I wanted... but I didn't want to do anything. In fact, the only thing I wanted, was to want something to do so I wouldn't be so goddamn bored. I wasn't remotely lethargic, it was just extreme apathy.