And you are right. Nothing is on faaaarrr. Except Mr. Golden Sun, who is rising behind “my” woods in all his splendor. Also, the photo is apped via an Instagram filter to bring out the “golden”. I app a lot of photooooos so bite me 💩

I am taking tomorrow and Tuesday off and. We. Are. Going. Toooooo. The moomincabin! I know I said I wasn’t going to go up there this summer but we have been isolating for months now and I think we can insulate ourselves from others. I don’t know how available curbside pickup is up there except for some restaurants but I’m pretty sure I have enough food to sustain us for the duration including all our fave Pandemic Snacks. Fingers crossed that we won’t need any hardware.

I do have to say that I am VERY stressed out about this trip. I have asked my grocery delivery rodent to make TWO drop-offs this week and I made two curbside orders today plus I got an Argus produce drop-off. This is operation “Keep Dad Out of Stores” and it is not fun because “Dad” is chomping at the bit for some freedom and driving me nuts in the process. Do you have your mask? How about hand sanitizer? Yes I am nagging. It’s important. But I also understand although I am doing fine with all of the stay-at-home stuff it’s probably in part because I can telecommute…

I am pretty appalled about “opening up”. I think we are using the wrong set of numbers. Instead of looking at the metrics surrounding COVID cases, we are looking at dates. Guess what? The virus does not care what the date is. You say it’s your birthday? The virus is not gonna say, “Oh, it’s your birthday, I’ll leave you alone.” It’s gonna say, “Hey, here’s a host! All aboard!” Again, I KNOW people are struggling economically and I will say AGAIN that we need to help them! These are not normal times and I think politicizing the issues is nutso.

I am also stressed out because it seems like we are taking 10 thousand tons of crapola up to the moomincabin. I like to pack lightly (except for food). My clothing and technological gear mostly. And finally I am stressed out because for me the moomincabin has always been a place for family members to gather. This weekend, it will just be us. Alone. No grown up daughters or nieces or cousins of any degree except for those who *live* there. And we’ll have to settle for waving to those cousins from afar.

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