We have enough snow to make us happy

Life here in Enoughsville continues to be rich and full.   This has been the week that I did not fly to Seattle for the big math meetings, because they are not happening (except maybe later, virtually), and the reason for all the "not"s is because of the infamous Omicron blowing through.   And sure enough, it's blowing.  Our college, in spite of having vaccine/booster mandates and mandatory masking, has declared that the first two weeks of the semester will be held remotely.  Area schools have had a few closings.  The local hospitals have record occupancy.  And here are four emails I got this week:

My boss: As fate would have it, somewhere during the last week I contracted COVID.. . .  Given that much of what I wanted us to discuss during our staff meeting dealt with our staffing during the two weeks of remote teaching, mine is a case in point of why we want to try to avoid increased transmission during the post-holiday period.

My running buddy:  Hey! I'd love to join but am going to skip this one. After waking up and not being able to smell Sunday morning, I took an at-home test and tested positive for COVID. I'm technically clear since it has been 5 days but I'm feeling a little cautious about breathing heavy on all of you ... just in case. 

A co-worker on a big project:  I've had Covid this week and today is the first day that I have felt human, so between that and the holiday, I'm a bit behind.

My pastor: I tested positive for Covid on Thursday afternoon and [associate pastor], who has had extended close contact with me (mostly against his will)*, will also isolate this Sunday out of consideration for the rest of the church family.

* This is my pastor being funny.  Our denomination does believe in free will,
but no associate pastors have been coerced. 

My husband didn't send me an email to say so (since we have an in-person kind of a relationship), but early this week his Garmin warned him that his heart rate overnight was higher than usual, so he visited his doc, who confirmed that Omicron is a guest in our home.  Somehow, in spite of all of this, I seem to be completely symptom-free (so far).  And Prewash?  she lost her tennis ball under the radiator.   

It's just that kind of week, I'm tellin' ya.

The radiators, by the way, have been cranking it out.  Early in the week, my guy taunted our Minnesota-based kids:

OfSnough:  Highs this week here we're mid 30s. Sun bathing weather!!!!

And then the snow blew in.  Here's the frost on my window this morning.

And the Snoughlings are similarly blanketed:

Gos-ling:  RVA is a low of 21 and high of 42

Siz-ling: Minnesota low is -9 and high of 9. Another balmy day up north, Dad, sad you're missing the beautiful weather!

Nelson: [adds a correction] Low is -18

Inkling:  We have snow here in our city! Enough other closed school today

OfSnough:  I did not go to school today.

"If I found a radiator,
would there be a tennis ball under it?"

Kinder-ling didn't chime in; she's worked some 36-hour shifts, and so is understandably otherwise occupied.  It's on my to-do list to check in on her.  Me, because I'm not at the math meetings, and also because of hunkering down at home waiting for Omicron to blow its way through and gone, I'm NOT putting in 36-hour shifts.  I've mostly been trying to plan for the semester and to do a bit of reading.  (Oh, reading, I love you; I miss you.  When I'm done deaning, I'll spend so much more time with my nose in a book).  At any rate, I have enough to do right now, and another week before (remote) classes start in which to do it.

That's the news from our family, who continues to be wealthy in our adventures.  May you and yours be similarly prosperous.