Today was supposed to be the first day of our summer vacation. The first trip on the plane for my three teenagers, too. We had been looking forward to this for months. But this morning, 2 of 5 tested positive for COVID-19. It’s the first infection in our house ever. My test was negative, but I have mild symptoms since last night (sore throat, fatigue, stuffed nose, coughing…). Needless to say, we are all pretty sad and frustrated. I saw the plane that would have flown us to Fuerteventura and waved. I could have walked on the sand tonight, with my feet in the ocean… But it didn’t happen… Maybe next year… It sucks… But let’s be positive, right?! Which all of us possibly are.
reflections of an unquiet mind 