FATIGUE.
It's the weekend before Thanksgiving. Covid cases are surging here, and our head-of-school won't close school, deciding instead to postpone re-opening for a week (So we essentially get two weeks of break? Or maybe the second week is online? I'm unclear.), but even a week doesn't put us at the 10-14 days we'd need to be sure there were no holiday infections. I imagine that someday in the next few days, they will shut the city entirely down, like in March. It will mean that we definitely won't be seeing family over Christmas. We usually go over to our friend Margaret's house for Thanksgiving. There are often 30-40 people there, but sometimes more. For most of them, Thanksgiving is the only time we see them, and we have gone - or at least made an appearance - every year that Arlo has been alive, even if it meant doing two Thanksgivings. Anyway, we're not doing that. Thanksgiving is my holiday. Christmas is ok, and I do enjoy waking up on New Year's
