Another whirlwind month in what seems to be the waning stages of the pandemic (I’m still not convinced).
After the last-minute trip home for my grandfather’s services, I immediately turned around and got on a plane again to go see Tim’s family in Las Vegas. For the most part the flights felt safe and the hotels/casinos kept people distanced, but it was weird being there as things started to open up! Like the table dividers came down our last day and I was like whoa-whoa-whoa, let’s not go crazy!
Just when you think the months can’t get any longer they do, and you’re left with WT actual F. I’m currently on my third flight in three days—I’m just exhausted—and of the three this was the only one actually planned.
What an unexciting month . . . a lot of it probably has to do with a full year of doing the same thing over and over, but it was also just a nice boring predictable month without any surprises.
It has been soooo cold and wet and rainy in New England the past few weeks. That’s nothing out of the ordinary and doesn’t really affect me much since I’m not leaving the house, but when you can feel the cold through the windows you know it’s cold-cold!