Day 5 and my Son and I have successfully navigated the virus particles in our house. No symptoms. But the bad news. Lori has got it. All the typical symptoms of a bad flu. Thankfully there is space here and she is self isolating. No hospital. No ventilator. Looks like no Delta. At least with this Omicron strain it seems to strike quickly and then fade just as quickly. Is it hiding and waiting for another moment to strike? Or has her immune system defeated it? Only time will tell, but there's a memorable Christmas for you. She is next door and Zach and I are managing the big house. The Covid Christmas. So turkey is ready, individual plates prepared. We enjoy a dinner somewhat together, sitting at separate tables on the side deck. Damn tasty turkey, even the specter of Covid cannot diminish the festive meal. And we open gifts outside as well. Lots of stuff for bug out bags. Hope we never have to use them, but like Covid, we also thought our safe life in the country would protect us from what had been til now, just another urban problem. It will be easy to recall the Christmas of 2021! Unlike others that kind of morph into sameness through the years, this will never fade from memory. Covid managed to break though all our careful lifestyles and hammered one of us. I suppose we should feel lucky that two were able to run the gauntlet, but any way you cut it, it sucks! A few more days of self isolation, then swab tests Tuesday. Fingers crossed that at least Z and I can maintain our pre-Covid metabolisms intact. I'm back to my usual routine, early to bed, early to rise and with luck we'll remain healthy. Still working on the wise. Happy New Year y'all!