the ocean

So Ian and I got COVID. We're not really sure how, since we're vaxxed, boosted, and double mask on the increasingly rare occasions when we leave the house, but we did. Ian tested Tuesday morning before he was supposed to be headed to the airport for a friend's birthday in Cancun, but since it came back positive he instead woke me up and announced that we have COVID. It was probably my best wake up call since the time he shared the news that our fridge had somehow superheated and a river of melted foodstuffs was running through our kitchen. 

We're very lucky that we have felt absolutely no symptoms, but man oh man that period of isolation is rough. Because my mom is here but has tested negative (again lucky), Ian and I have confined ourselves to our bedroom, except for brief periods where we take the dog out or make food to eat standing up in our bathroom. And it is a lovely bedroom, but scarcely designed for, say, fielding dueling conference calls or completing your 500th Peloton class. Mainly, it is a place where we sleep and watch TV, sometimes simultaneously. So that has been a shockingly large percentage of the last five days.

Thanks to the CDC's recently revised guidance that everyone who has never had to actually isolate seems to be up at arms about, though, we are actually permitted to leave our room so long as we're masked for days six through ten. I never realized how exciting it is to actually sit on one's couch again! And do a load of laundry (on the sanitary setting, naturally)! Of course, we are cautious, so we are continuing to avoid contact with humans, but that is definitely something I can handle.