Both of my kids have COVID-19. They got tested this morning and confirmed this afternoon. I might also have it, since I've been sick for a few days. My partner may have also had it last week, though she took two tests that came back negative. This sucks. I don't have the energy or the heart to talk about it any more than that. This just sucks. Stay healthy and sane. Someone has to. Ryan Update: It's nighttime and I just took an at-home test that came back positive. I had taken one earlier in the week that was negative, but after getting the kid's results this isn't much of a surprise I guess. Just a big bummer.
This will probably be my last post on this blog, unless something surprising and dramatic happens in the future—and hey, if this last year and a half has taught us anything, it's that surprising and dramatic things happen. Here's all the big, good news I have: ❤️ I, my partner, and all of our immediate family members are fully vaccinated and have been since late April. We officially all survived to get the vaccine, including most notably my lovely 87-years-young grandmother. ❤️ My partner gave birth to our second child, a beautiful baby girl, who unfortunately spent three days in the NICU as a very small, very-nearly-premature baby with low blood sugars, but is now healthy and growing strong. ❤️ The spread of the virus is lower than ever in the US (if I'm reading the data right), and in my area, the government's mask mandate has been lifted for vaccinated people. ❤️ My partner and I got to hang out with a friend from outside our pandemic bub