Camp Covid Retrospective.

It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since I wrote a series of blog posts about living in the Ramada Plaza Downton due to Jenn having COVID and me not being able to return home. You can start reading the series here if you missed it.

This makes it somewhat fitting, in a full-circle kinda way, that I am writing this from my basement studio on day three of isolation. Fear not, we’re not sick, just isolating ourselves from each other and the rest of the world in an abundance of caution.

A couple of days ago we learned Jenn had a ‘Close Contact’ who was diagnosed with ‘The Vid’; fortunately both were masked and in an area with high ceilings and good ventilation so we weren’t super concerned. However, we know first hand how this sneaky little jerk of a virus can misbehave so we said our goodbyes—I went downstairs, Jenn went upstairs, never the ‘twain shall meet; except for socially distanced snack time.

I’ve made much of the fact that we’re stuck up here in the suburbs, but today I’m really grateful we are here because otherwise I’d have to consider packing my bags and moving into another hotel for a few days.

As a newly minted ‘Responsible Adult’ I’m in charge of the care and feeding of Jenn; because she was the one with the close contact we’ve banished her to her office and the main bedroom until her test results come back. A box of medical masks and a fresh box of surgical gloves sits on the floor between the two rooms just in case. To entertain Jenn today I might blow up one of the gloves and put it on my head like a rooster’s comb—we’ll see what the day holds.

We are both super-vaxxed, we don’t go out much or socialize, and Jenn has the added ‘bonus’ of having had version 1.0+ of COVID-19. The odds of having it are little to none at this point (knock on wood) but to be super-cautious we’ll await test results before venturing back out into the world so we don’t add to the infection rate.

We’re both still following a KETO diet so maybe a clever researcher will do a case-study and discover that COVIDs love carbs and we’ve effectively starved the little bastards thereby ending the pandemic and saving the world one hardboiled egg at a time.