The good news is that we decorated our Christmas tree today. The children are happy, and the great room looks so very cheerful now, which is good, because I needed something to cheer me up from the bad news.
The bad news is that I called my mom today and cancelled our Christmas get-together. I cancelled because I could not in good conscience travel from the state with the highest per capita rate of Covid infections to the state with the lowest. She wasn’t happy, but she also wasn’t surprised. She had seen the numbers and was similarly concerned. I’m glad she understood and agreed that it wasn’t worth the risk. But I am angry about the situation, and I am mad at the people who made it this way. I probably always will be.
I’m really sorry. I wanted it to work out for you all. And I’m mad, too.
It’s definitely not the same, but Facetime or Google Hang or another streaming platform can make it better than it might be otherwise.