Finally, there’s some real news, but most of you already know this: Allen has Covid! He probably contracted it when he went to a leadership conference in West Yellowstone last week. He was together with about 60 other law enforcement people for 8 hours a day. He said they wore masks when they walked around their hotel, but in the conference room they just social distanced. This past Monday he started feeling sick–muscle aches, etc., so he got tested, and he was positive. So now he’s into about day 6 of a 10-day quarantine. Del is quarantined, too, but she’s tested negative so far. And her boyfriend is also quarantined. None of the other 60 people from the conference seem to have it, but Allen’s pretty sure it will run through the Centerville police department. I’m sorry he’s sick, but he’ll be immune when he comes out of it. That should be about Thursday or so. He’s going crazy being shut up at home, and he’d like to be able to do his regular work, but he’s in bed, and he says you just can’t use a computer when you’re down like that. It’s too bad he has the virus, but he’s helping spread Covid, and getting us closer to herd immunity. I think that’s the only way we’ll get through this. Even when the vaccine is ready, people are too suspicious to get it. I’ve only talked to one person who’s willing to do it, and everybody else says “never!” Especially if President Trump is behind it.
Well, other news? There’s not much. We had that cold snap last weekend, and I was concerned that it was going to get down to 6̊ Sunday night. It actually went down to -3. All the autumn leaves are shriveled now, and we’re ready for winter. But it’s been surprisingly warm. Dad and I have been over at the cabin working on the bunkhouse practically every day. We finished the skirting, and it looks really good. Dad is still painting (to protect it from the woodpeckers next spring, until we can get the siding on.) I’m working on the 2x4 edgings around the windows and door.
Dad and John went on a jaunt to Rexburg from Friday night through Saturday, to look around Dad’s old stomping grounds, including the airport and the college. They seemed to have a lot of fun. I stayed home to entertain the cats.
My hip surgery is just four weeks away. My doctor said I have to quarantine myself for three weeks afterwards, because my immune system will be compromised. I’m not sure why–maybe I can get him to explain that when I go in for my pre-op visit on Tuesday. Anyway, that probably means no Sunday night parties here, for most of December. Also, I’ll have to miss the Messiah totally. So sad.
But life is good. I love you all! Mom