My sweet dad got the covid. It makes me feel so bad because we have spent YEARS trying to protect the patriarch of my family from the fucking ‘vid and the first time he and mom go to do something with their lifelong friends (they took a short roadtrip to be with their buds at a cabin place for five days), dad gets it.
Actually, they all got it - the friends and my dad. The only person not to get it (yet) is my mom.
And my mom refuses to separate from my dad. She can’t be without him!
Ugh. My heart!
Anyway, dad is sick but got the Paxlovid from his doc this morning. Mom doesn’t feel great, but she never ever feels great anyway. I don’t know if it’s a matter of time or if she’s just so ornery that she’s not gonna get it. Thing is, she’s the one with the terrible lungs. If she does finally get it…
Meanwhile, I’m still out there helping holiday shoppers find gifts for their spouses and side pieces (ha! I don’t know about that, but it’s funny) and I’ve been maskless. I also got the bivalent booster, so I’m hoping that’s the protection I need.
Anyway. I guess we’ll never be able to have the c-word leave our vocabulary, will we?
Merry Fucking C-mas,
GS
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