Greg got symptoms on Monday and a positive test today. The bambina and I saw him for ten, maybe fifteen minutes last Thursday, outside and masked.
Made chicken pot pie for a Thanksgiving main course for us and Mom. We’re exchanging side dishes with her and Greg and Jocelyn early this afternoon for our separate meals.
(Seems like just last year that I wished for no huge turkey dinner on that old monkey paw!)
I am delighted and so grateful that the kids are getting along so well during the covid home time — actually growing closer, when they could easily have been antagonizing each other to death.
Last night’s kitchen victory was a month and a half of planning meals in advance.
Gave myself a buzz cut, with help/cleanup from Meghan. My hair hadn’t been this long since my long walk.