Dear Kids,

Friday morning I took a covid test at Orem Community hospital.  It was the version where you have to spit into a tube until you collect 2ml of saliva.  It doesn’t sound like much, but it seemed to take forever.  Tom said I should have taken a lime to smell.  Next time I’ll try that. Anyway, the test was negative, so I’m on track for my surgery tomorrow morning.  I’m already quarantined, which is supposed to last until 3 weeks after the surgery, but I’m planning to end it on the day of the cousins’ party

Thanksgiving was wild and wonderful.  We only had Nora’s and Vanessa’s families, but it seemed like enough people.  Unfortunately I had a migraine that morning, only the 5th one I’ve ever had, so  I was wobbly and dizzy all day.  I stayed upstairs in the basket chair, but people came up and visited me.   They said the food was fabulous.  When they were cleaning up, they took the turkey carcass out to the magpies.  Later on I looked out and counted twenty of them, flapping and squawking and fighting and biting. Their Thanksgiving dinner lasted until the next morning, when the carcass finally disappeared. 

Now we’re looking forward to Christmas.  Dad will be sending out your checks in a day or so.  I wish we could do presents, but everybody seems to like the money, and I always like hearing what you did with it.  

Looks like my letter is kind of short this week.  I love you all, and pray for you constantly.

Lots of love, Mom