Well, best-laid plans . . .

Yesterday morning Tom tested positive for Covid, so our workaday schedules have come to a grinding halt. He'd gotten the news that someone on his crew was positive, so he tested just as a precaution and was shocked to see the double lines pop up instantly. Quickly, however, he moved on from zero symptoms to moderate ones: coughing, sore throat, small fever. When I checked on him this morning, he said he thinks he might be feeling better, but we'll see.

I did a big shopping on Tuesday, so we've got plenty of supplies. For the moment I'm still negative, but I expect that will change. I am supposed to zoom-teach on Sunday afternoon, which will be awkward if I get sick, but I'm not going to fret until I have to. I kept working yesterday, editing and doing Frost Place stuff and mowing grass and freezing beans and such, as poor Tom huddled under a couch blanket and watched an interminable German silent film. I guarantee you that I will never watch an interminable German silent film when I am sick, but everyone's comfort is different.