Remember the nursery rhyme ‘Ten In The Bed’ and the little one said ‘rollover, rollover,’ and they all rolled over, and one fell out? After weeks and weeks of anticipatory preparation, our home has been on rapid Covid rollover for the holidays.
Again, we’ve been hanging close with our pod, test kits on a glass platter on the kitchen counter, and reserves in the guest powder room drawer. Oldest daughter and I go out on gear runs early in the morning when pharmacies first open and come home and drink coffee and scramble dozens of eggs.
We make the most of mealtime, juggling place cards and removing table extensions. Last night for New Year’s Eve, we had a cozy four-top after the little’s went to bed and an outdoor champagne toast with Booie, who is just out of quarantine.
Between bookends of outbreaks, we did manage to celebrate together for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, minus one very important and well-loved eighty-three-year-old, who chose to do a drive-by.
It’s been an up and down ride, and we’re sending all best wishes for love, peace, and wellness in this New Year.