Packed (054)

As I sit here in bed munching on cantaloupe, Mike asks me, did you do your hundred days? Oh shit, I say. It’s another one of those days where I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to get ready for vacation. In the past, I would’ve been ready a month ago. I’m not even joking. Two years ago when we went to Punta Cana, I was completely packed and ready one month before we left. 

This time around, my fourth time there, I decided to actually check a bag, and I feel like an old pro at this point. We will be gone from home for ten days. Our neighbors all know, so they’ll be watching out for packages and what not. Jorah will be staying with his favorite aunts. He knows something is up and he doesn’t like it one bit. Because we’re going to be gone for so long, and it’s a possibility to catch covid there and have to quarantine before coming home, we decided it was best to make sure we had enough stuff for additional time. 

We tested early this morning, and the PCR results came back negative for both of us. We are vaccinated. We do understand that there are more strains, and now my guilt is seeping out. But this is why we test and wear masks diligently. To our knowledge, we have gone the whole pandemic without catching covid, despite working service jobs. We both need this. Shit, every one needs this.