Into Covid

 

So Peanut #1 has tested positive for Covid.

She's partially vaccinated, so she has to stay home for 10 days, but... Peanut #2 gets to stay home for 14 days! boooo

She was sick as a dog last night, so we tested her and got the faaaaaaintest positive result, which everyone says you need to treat as a positive, so we consider that.

This morning, she wakes up full of sass and energy, but we test her again out of an abundance of caution, and we get a solid clear positive.

So we have four different people working from home today, and I'll take the brunt of childcare over the next few days, as we did before, because the Project Manager needs to bring home the bacon!

Mottos to live by

 Tackle disasters in order of proximity

If you lose your head while those around you are keeping theirs, you're probably wrong.

Never refuse help

Doing things the fun way is not cheating

Into the Covid we gooooo

 Two things

1) I am in a Big Show this month, and their Covid protocols are... well they're strict.  It's sobering to think how lucky I have been to work from home, and how this is how a lot of people take on each day.

Also, I give Big Show about 50% chance of actually happening 

2) This transition to endemic Covid, which we are going through, because our Prairie Province government is insane, will be No Good. Their plan is based on rapid testing and masking, and no one has rapid tests and no one can get adequate masks. 

It's also insane to make this transition in the middle of highest numbers. That's... that's a thing.

This week has been both...

Both a welcome relief and a sense of "oh right I hate this season".

I've had to reup my effort put into self-care, and that has been good, and rewarding, and generally I feel better on the days when I don't treat my body like a garbage tip.

Man...

Nothing here I haven't said before, but I distinctly feel like Xmas is something that happens to me, not something I am a part of. 

Crisis Mode

 You can't be in crisis mode all the time

And I think you're addicted to it.

I need you to celebrate. Something. Anything. Look around you and see what other people are celebrating, and celebrate that, if you don't know what to celebrate.

I mean, if misery is your own only comfort, then you need a full brain reset. You're kinda stuck in a loop there, right?

Also, misery may love company, but company does not love misery?

Quick note on the red poppy (not for wider circulation)

Warmongers use the red poppy to camouflage who they are.

Our Prime Minister continues turn a blind eye to the sale of a BILLION dollars in weapons to dictatorships. our Premier is an actual fascist,. but they put on their red poppies and look doleful once a year.

Neither of them would hesitate to put young people back in harms way and call it tradition.

I find it nauseous. I didn't get time this year to get my white poppies orders, but for next year...