Stalled by Covid

Not me. I am fine.

But Covid arrived uninvited into the little house on the hill in Wellington yesterday. (Well probably days before that but it showed its face yesterday). It has presented as a mild cold for the wee boy in question. I am fine. Healthy. And tested negative.

But am waiting here to make sure.

Extending my exposure but what do I do? We are all fine. I am vaccinated and healthy, have survived exposure to a number of people with covid over the years, and have yet to ever catch Covid and test positive.

So I am relying on my tiger blood. The little fellow has a runny nose but running round like normal. And I am here to babysit him while the rest of the family gets on with their weekend activities.

But I am missing out on spending the weekend with my next son in his garden. And pissed off about that. But as we say in our family “ah well”.

No new beach pictures today.

I am working through the disappointment. It’s a funny thing; disappointment. It hits like a smack in the face. Then we reel from the smack. Onto the back foot. Then we struggle to regain our front foot. Then we box shadows for a bit. Then we take a big breath and go quiet. Maybe still. Definitely take cover. Shut the mouth. Make a plan. Look at the plan. Hate the new disappointing plan. Fix the plan up to be at least palatable then get on with it.

So. We get on with it.

A gardening day I think. Gardens make me feel better. And sick kids need clean air.

C