Both my son and I have now tested positive for COVID, and I’m having a hard time explaining why he tested positive when he got his shots.
We are now all on quarantine, because my husband has also been told he can’t go back to work until I test negative.
The biggest enemy of quarantine is boredom. While I have more advantages than my grandparents had when/if they were in quarantine, boredom is a universal problem. There are only so many games of solitaire you can play on an iPad, only so many websites you can visit. I fried my brain on too many solitaire games a couple of days ago.
Tomorrow none of us will be at church. We will go back to the days of online church, where I will make communion bread and we will dig out the last of the grape juice to drink.
Quarantine also totally throws off an internal clock. I’ve lost a sense of what day it actually is and even had to check my phone to see what today’s date was.
Fortunately, I fall into the category of “not that sick” and my husband took advantage of that . . . By having us go and do yard work in the back yard this afternoon. He mowed, I ran the edger.
Tonight I got a nice infusion of courage from the movie “Darkest Hour”, the story of the first weeks of Winston Churchill’s term as prime minister in 1940.
None of us are lying in bed feverish and coughing.
My release date should come on September 29th, barring another positive COVID test. The test has already been scheduled.
And I took advantage of Instacart to restock necessary supplies of apples, bananas and chocolate.
Unfortunately, I had to settle for dark chocolate Reese’s cups rather than milk chocolate ones. :: places hand dramatically to forehead :: Oh, the humanity! Life is so unfair!
On the other hand, if the lack of milk chocolate Reese’s Cups is an indication of how unfair life is, I think that is something I can put up with.
Just my .04, adjusted for inflation.
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