Fresh off Victoria’s long weekend on account of the Queen’s birthday and all, I sauntered into the procedure room yesterday at 7:00 in the morning where my boss was already there unpacking items needed for the 23 procedures slated for the day’s list.

“Welcome back!” she said enthusiastically like she always does when greeting everyone. I presumed it was her coffee kicking in. “But seriously, though, you need to stop taking all these holidays! Everyone else waits for their turn!”

By “holiday,” she meant my one-week leave. My COVID leave, if you wanna be more specific.

Because I caught COVID. Again.

Surprise, bitch.

I’m glad Jeff and Raven didn’t catch it, though. Could be the N95 masks I wore all day every day in the house even when I was asleep because the people I live with had no regard whatsoever for my self-imposed “social distancing.”

So, yeah, life went on as per normal. Except that I looked like a duck with mask marks on my face.

With a week’s worth of isolation ahead of me, I thought I might as well make the most out of my time. You know, turn something positive into, um, something positive.

So I ordered these books on Amazon for next-day delivery. Thought I might as well learn how to be a conscious parent while I was chilling recuperating.

I loved watching these two, though. Three, including Popit. They remind me of how good I have it in life, COVID or not.

*Raven at 6 years old