A new covid wave…a new variant. All I wish, as I find my bearings, is that we have had the new variant, and not one of the older ones lurking about. After fighting and surviving covid the last few weeks, the thought that a new variant is waiting in the wings is exhausting and I really am not ready for it.
Yesterday, Tara returned to school, and The Husband is back at work. I can’t decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing that covid came and left along with the Christmas holidays. Maybe it was a good thing. The additional pressure and panic of missing work and school doesn’t allow for effective healing. Still-two consecutive Decembers are missing from my life.
I was pleased as punch when I put up my beautiful Christmas tree at the very end of November. I wanted to enjoy it all this year. Then Covid arrived on the 2nd and only just left. I like to follow the tradition of taking down Christmas decorations before the 12th night. So with sadness I enjoyed 5 minutes of illumination this morning, and took everything down, neatly sorted and boxed for next year. That’s 2 years worth of making up to do next year.
