Yesterday, Dan and Britt launched from the Lou, rocketing back to Brooklyn. There were a few wee glitches in the countdown though. On Friday, their Prius went into the shop for some maintenance. Dan’s Prius, formerly our Prius is now twelve years old and has over 160K miles. I took it to Telle, who I had forgotten view such visits as open season for all things car repair. Telle came back with two lists. One of things that needed to be fixed ASAP and the other of things that would be nice to see repaired. We chose the former list, but still got slapped with a hefty charge. Plus doing this repair work delayed Dan and Britt’s departure.

On Tuesday, Britt tested positive for Covid. She has mild symptoms, as they say. Never having had Covid, I imagine other people’s “mild symptoms” is only one step shy of being intubated, if I ever got sick. Yesterday, Anne told me about a book that she was reading, Wish You Were Here, by Jodi Picoult. This story is set at the beginning of Covid. In it the heroine wakes up in a NYC hospital, after being intubated, but instead thought that she had been drowning off the Galapagos Islands, while on vacation. Yeah, mild symptoms.

Anyway, Dan and Britt left yesterday and arrived in New York too early today. Both Anne and I tested ourselves and we are both negative for Covid. We have no symptoms, which neither does Dan and he still tests negative too. However, we have a dinner party invite tonight. It is with old, read geriatric, Team Kaldi bike friends. Checking our busy calendar, this party is likely the event of the season. We emailed the guest list and left it to them to ask us to demur. Kind of a chickenshit approach, especially since one of the other guests has already self-cancelled herself, but we really want to go to this party.