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Last Friday was the second night of Chanukah and I'd invited my daughter and her boyfriend over a week or two earlier, before the post Thanksgiving surge took off. So I spent all week and all day agonizing and worrying if I'd made a mistake, if we needed to wear masks. My husband was really relaxed and said "don't worry" but my son was annoyed and worried. In the end we didn't wear masks and we had a really nice evening but I felt really guilty that we were mixing households when everyone kept saying not to. On the other hand, they are the only two people we allow in the house unmasked, we've been bubbling with them for weeks now, so probably it was okay. Anyway, I woke up Saturday SO stressed. I had that feeling like after you've had unprotected sex, where you've really enjoyed yourself but you know you're possibly going to pay for it a few weeks down the line. Anyway, it's five days later, no one has any symptoms, we're all avid maskers and hand washers and our state is so far, still at a decent (7%) positivity rate. There, see how I rationalized that? There's so much false logic in all of our thinking with this. It's so hard to live with something that in some ways is so far out of our control. God, I just can't wait for this to be over. Yesterday, Monday, December 14, was a really good day. The Electoral College did what it was supposed to and elected Joe Biden. And the vaccines started making their way into people's arms...It feels like the very beginning of the end--although everyone's saying the next few months are going to be awful. I just pray (in a secular way, that is) that my family and friends all stay safe.
December 17, 2020