Yes. I know it's COVID 19, but I didn't contract the virus until June 30 of 2022. Two vaccine regimen, with a booster of both Moderna AND Pfizer. That last booster came just a month before I was exposed, but was powerless to stop the latest sneaky omicron variant from slipping under its defenses. So instead of reveling in the beautiful weather and the sites of Paris with the fam, I got stuck in the Air BnB for 5 days. Well, four, but who's counting? The CDC? I did follow the guidelines and mask when I went out. And fortuitously, Marie booked an Air BnB with a separate bedroom that allowed me to isolate myself from the family.
As illness goes, this was pretty mild. A few days of body/headache, a slight cough occasionally. One REALLY gross glob of something nasty hacked up from my lungs and that's it. It's the isolation and mask that are tiresome. I kept my distance (for the most part) for two years. Maybe that made a difference. I'm keenly aware that keeping my distance from my family is imperative to keeping them healthy. I am praying it stops with me. So I caught up on some TV and failed to learn the Footloose dance from Umbrella Academy.
Miranda has joined us and is moving on from her adventure in au pairing. We are five again, so we'll see how it goes. Today we travel to Avignon where it is going to be VERY hot.
post-script: Travel was a disaster. Missed the train, rented a car for a 7-hour car trip, then M.E. caught my COVID. Things can only get better. Right?
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