So, my trip was cancelled. I blame all of you: my American readers. I watch these “virus” genre movies. It’s always some stupid Yank who brings the disease home, either by not washing their hands enough or bringing home a monkey in their suitcase.
Anyway, with all the good/bad things happening in my chart simultaneously, maybe I dodged a bullet. I was able to pick up some of my shifts and deposit my vacation hours back into my time bank at work. Between that and my sick days that I get as a benefit of being a full-time employee, I’ve got enough time saved up that I can afford to be quarantined for fourteen days if it comes to that.
The sad part of this for me is that I’m not going to get to go to Las Vegas. I had the feeling that this was going to be the trip of a lifetime, but I’ve had that feeling before. It starts with a sore throat, a dry cough, and it’s followed by a fever.
But I digress! I don’t go back to work until Tuesday evening, so I’m going to enjoy three days off with nothing to do. I’m also going to get really drunk and wear all nine outfits that I had planned to wear on my trip. With the world on lockdown, what else is there to do?