The Omicron tsunami is on its way.
Our (small) school went from 0 cases (for several weeks in a row!) to 4, though thankfully not in my kids’ classes. If camp gets shut down I am completely screwed, but I am trying not to think about that.
Honestly, I’m assuming we will probably all get it again — even if the school closes (which I am desperately hoping does not happen), it seems that it would be difficult not to get it at work (Josh OR me) and then bring it home.
I spent a bit of time wallowing in the headlines yesterday but all things considered, I remain fairly calm. At least nothing will be new this time. PPE is less scarce. Virtual meetings are something everyone is comfortable with. And I don’t think they will be as fast to do things close outdoor parks (PLEASE NO) or move clinics to all remote status, though maybe I will be wrong about the latter. And I WILL hold out hope that this surge will be a fast (and possibly furious, but fast!) one and over in a month or two. It does not have to mean 2022 is “ruined”.
As Genevieve just announced, “it’s a weekend!”. So will try to just enjoy it to the extent possible.
PS: The age 2-5 Pfizer vaccine news yesterday was so disappointing, but I am still grateful for those trying so hard to make it happen. Holding out hope that maybe Moderna’s trials are faring better!? Would be interesting if G is the only household member that gets Moderna instead of Pfizer.