It Was Quite a Week

I thought it was a lingering cold. I took a Covid test while getting ready to drive down to Kentucky to see Mom, and was surprised when it came back positive. It was a good thing, too, because my symptoms got much worse. I would have been miserable trying to drive for over ten hours, possibly even dangerous. Instead I took NyQuil and sweated and slept.

Mom passed peacefully over the weekend. She was sleeping, and her husband and step-daughter were there. I had known it was a possibility before I had even started making plans to go see her. I’ve made my peace, I feel, for now, and so I was just trying to get down to see her one last time.

Now I’m Rip Van Winkling around with a mask on, trying to figure out how Christmas happened so suddenly. I haven’t heard from my father since Thanksgiving, but I’d still like to ship him his present in a reasonable frame of time. I’m not traveling this year, for the first time in my adult life. I’m looking forward to spending some quiet time with my family.

But it’s been a hell of a year. I’ll be glad to see it gone.