My Thanksgiving sucked, but was par for the 2020 course. My mom got exposed to COVID last week and was informed on Wednesday, tested that day, and then told she would be locked down until her test results were back. (Obviously they did not give her the 1-hour test.) She lives in an assisted living facility, so she is basically a prisoner and mad as a hornet. No symptoms at all. We had planned to have Thanksgiving with friends. I had lunch with her on Tuesday, so if she was exposed, I was also. (No symptoms.) But no one wanted me at their table yesterday. So I grilled myself an amazing filet mignon and cursed the world.
So I am basically on a desert island right now and my albums include The Pixies “Surfer Rosa,” Superchunk “No Pocky for Kitty,” Tom Waits “Frank’s Wild Years,” and Chet Baker “Let’s Get Lost.”