It may be the longest week in the longest summer in the longest year that ever was. But now it’s over with the wonderful news that Finn has strep throat! This means we can return to the land of the living, or at the land of the semi-living. Or the land of the creatures who crawl along the shore.
Yesterday I found Clara in a heap on the kitchen floor. A box of crackers was organized in checkers fashion beside her. She apparently was so bored that she couldn’t even be bothered to stand to eat, sit to eat or indeed even eat the crackers. She just moved them around awhile before laying down to die. The day before that I found her asleep in the middle of the day on top of the washing machine. I’m not sure any of this characterizes living.
But now! Life is on the horizon again! Finn’s second COVID19 test of the month has come back and all signs point to strep throat. We will be going out to lunch at Bretton Woods today to celebrate, and Tatum already has plans in the works to see Sophia if the mamas allow it. We need to discuss last-week’s activities and long-term strategy first, of course. Since when did a simple sleepover become so complicated and have implications for what happens a week from now with someone completely unrelated? It’s kind of a hassle, to say the least.
But I’m thrilled to have a simple case of strep to manage medically, even if managing our social life is the equivalent of a quadratic equation. And bonus, Clara will eat sitting up today! In clothes that are not pajamas! This summer’s not SO bad.
@theterrace 