Covid

Omicron has hit us. My husband is down for the count, though tested negative twice, and our youngest tested positive but appears a symptomatic.

What does it mean when the pandemic finally hits home in the most impactful way? I guess I thought we were special. Better than. It feels vain to say it but true. Watching so many people fall victim to the virus; so many classes shut down but the classes my boys were in remained in operation.

Turns out, we were just lucky for a long time – all of us are going to get this virus.

If that sounds negative, I’m sorry, it isn’t meant to be. In lasting as long as we did we were able to get four out of five of us vaccinated and two out of five of us boosted. Which means, hopefully, we will remain overall healthy.

I have to trust that someday soon the fear around this virus will turn into a minor annoyance. As I huddle in my writing room, my room of my own, safe from all the germs floating in my home, I find hope in the next.