People are testing positive left and right. I thought maybe I could squeak in one last trip before the hammer came down, so I went to my mom's new house for Christmas.
Flew back last night (double-masked), and now I'm ensconced in my little studio, day-wearing my PJs and wondering if I made it through the two airports and car rental counter and two Lyfts unscathed.
I guess I'll find out, but only if I have symptoms, since there seem to be no tests available.
Happy holidays, the 2021 version.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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