Here we are at home. All day. For a while. With the rest of the nation.
Our case is slighly more fraught than most other people. We’re actually awaiting the results of a Covid-19 test (not performed on any of us) to see — among other things — if we really, really have to quarantine ourselves. (We don’t think that’s the case, but until we know for sure, we have to be cautious. That’s why I’m not at the teacher workshop today.)
In fact, though, today some of us did go out:
Lanie took the Dais for a long walk.
Send good thoughts towards Ebby’s digestive tract.
Zoe and I dropped little Ebby at the veterinary hospital to see why she keeps throwing up and hiding under the bed. (Ebby’s throwing up and hiding, not Zoe.)
Zoe went for a run.
I visited Grammy and Krissy and dropped off our tax information to the greatest sister in the world. (I have two sisters; Karin’s great, too.)
I borrowed Kevin’s wheelbarrow, maintaining a safe, six-foot social distance all the while.
Here are some other highlights of our first day sequestered:
Dog Training
Mosiac coloring
Baking
‘gramming
Tonight’s game, Puerto Rico, was preceded by a lively “La Vida Loca” dance. (Ricky Martin is from Puerto Rico, of course so it all fits together.)
We finished off what looks like the last of this year’s maple production. We ended up with almost 10 cups of syrup and a few batches of maple sugar cand
Other things that took place here today: reading, raking, Dutch Blitz, correspondence, logging, music practice (guitar, violin, cello, and piano, though not all together) and watching two episodes of The Great British Baking Show. Also, Jen managed to work all day with us buzzing around.
Nadia is here, too. She rejected any attemps at picture taking. We’ll try to capture that elusive one sometime soon.