Welp, we're back from the beach. Hubby is out of travel related quarantine. The kids are overjoyed to be back with him. I'm glad to be back home with him too, but probably overthinking every single thing, as I was when we were together before his trip. We haven't had any of the tough conversations that we probably need to have, partially because it has only been a couple of days that we've been back under the same roof, and partially because it is no fun to have tough conversations, and I seem to avoid them at all costs. (Current cost appears to be my sleep.)
My immediate family has been extremely careful, since March, related to preventing contracting Covid-19. I'm homeschooling my kids; hubby is wearing KN95 masks in the school building; brother and sister and their families taking similarly restrictive approaches to work and social lives. My extended family, on the other hand, who tend to have different political views than my family, have not been quite so careful, and as a result, my uncle died yesterday of Covid-19. He was in the hospital for about 10 days. The case numbers in my state are staggeringly high. It seems almost impossible to avoid, at this rate. Yet we carry on, only getting groceries curbside, avoiding almost all in-person shopping, only getting take-out from restaurants, avoiding all social gatherings, and so on.
My uncle's death followed what seems to be a recurring pattern: he felt ill, had a hard time breathing, went to the hospital, was admitted, and received gradually more and more breathing support, until even that was not able to sustain him. My aunt received few updates, was not allowed to visit (until the VERY end), remained largely uninformed. The hospital is overwhelmed with Covid cases, in addition to the regular cases that they would be treating, even after postponing routine health care services. It is heartbreaking.
Well, changing topics.
At the beginning of January, I posted my #makenine2021 goals on instagram.
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