Was offered a one thousand dollar gift card if one of us agreed to take a much later flight home since it was overbooked. Promptly replied to the airline rep that it would kill me to pick Brian up from the airport at 1am because we both knew I would not be the one left behind.

Worried that my scratchy throat was COVID. Was helpfully reminded by Brian that I’d recently worn a mask all day while traveling AND spent time in smokey AF casinos. Fingers crossed. (It wasn’t.)

Checked in on a family member that tested positive. They were remarkably chirper and enjoying copious amounts of television. Later got to wish them a Merry COVID Christmas.

Officially kicked off “Go Outside and You Die Weather” two months earlier than usual with lows in the negative thirties with a high of negative fifteen. The Scientist meanwhile worried that our soon to arrive COVID tests would freeze in the mail. P.S. The extra tests left in the truck did freeze….

Took shifts mopping up puddles of water inside the house thanks to the melting ice from the windows. You know, because it was -33 outside.

Made a note to purchase more COVID tests from Costco now that it’s doom season and I took three tests that clearly confirmed I was neurotic and had a baby cold.

Lamented another week in Fantasy Football season with a, “These f*cking a**holes are going to kill me!” as well as a, “Do I lose points if it’s a pick six?!” much to the amusement of Brian.

Told Brian to just Google it for the thousandth time this year over a Love Actually related character question much to his chagrin and my delight.

Had a jolly Christmas with plenty of booze, food, football, electric candles that glowed red and green, rain, lasagna, family phone calls and naps by 2pm.