Thursday early a.m. — way too early a.m. — I'm heading out to visit my daughter, Ellie, in Seattle, where we'll have "Christmas in January."
We planned this trip two months ago to avoid crowded holiday-season airports and planes (as well as astronomical fares), not knowing this trip would come right at the Omicron peak. But I won't again postpone the visit, since who knows what may come after this surge, this variant. And I shall be well fortified, with KN95s and outer surgical masks for further protection, plus, of course, that of others.
I have resolved to refuse even sips of bad coffee on the plane, for fear of inhospitable molecules creeping about in the cabin air. Which leads me to wonder: Of what value are required, in-air masks when everyone is welcome strip them off for a half-hour or so?
I hope to get some posts out while in The Great Northwest, while my 22-year-old is sleeping in, as 22-year-olds are fortunately wont to do. I'll be back on the 20th.
Be safe, everyone.
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Friday: You know what? As long as you're with someone you love, there's not a whit of difference between Christmas in January and Christmas in December.