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.

Enjoyed Wolfwalkers with Meghan and the bambina.

Made bread yesterday, but preheated the baking stones too much, so that the bottoms of the loaves were burnt. Fortunately, the upper five-sixths of the loaves are great.

Managed to score a perfect 50 this year, having heard the song only once, and aggressively inoculating myself with less-noxious earworms.

Maybe an inch of snow fell late this afternoon.

Basically done with my long walk journal. Meghan’s going to look over it when she’s done with her current project, and then I plan to publish it on pile.org, one day at a time.

Walked to Greenwood: 10,500 steps, 5+ miles.

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!)

Current earworm: “Fools Gold” by the Stone Roses.

The cat has been having heart trouble, and just came back from a two-day trip to the vet. She’s doing better, but she’s 18 years old.

Election night felt like 2016 all over again.

My anxiety dream the other night was that I was having trouble counting ballots.

I finished the first round of edits of my long walk journal. Making progress.

Took the kids to get our flu shots yesterday.

In better news, our ballots been counted.