Welcome to the next episode of Plague House. Yes, you guessed it, we’ve had Covid sweep in and take almost everyone down, everyone but me. They are all vaccinated and not particularly sick, but they’re all isolated in individual bedrooms and that leaves me to be chief cook and bottle washer, and I mean that literally.
I’m not a bad cook. I used to be a fairly good cook, but I’m out of practice. Trip usually does the cooking. I have to make meals that will please some finicky palates as well (my nephews are visiting and brought the plague with them). So far, it’s been mostly successful, but I’ve had a couple of failures. Tonight, for example, was a tossed salad with an olive oil/fig vinaigrette (hard to screw up), roasted Yukon Gold potatoes (which were perfect), and a meatloaf that I cooked to death (even with a meat thermometer). 2 outta 3 ain’t bad. Yesterday’s triumph was spaghetti Marco Polo, which was amazing. Before that, I horribly over salted a baked chicken dish. Julia would not be proud of me.
Thankfully everyone is on the mend, and 2 of 3 are out of quarantine. I can tell you that Omicron is highly contagious, and it’s basically a matter of time, so please protect yourself. The most recent studies show vaccinated people typically have mild symptoms, and have a robust immune response to all strains of Covid when they recover from Omicron. Those that aren’t vaccinated don’t develop broad neutralizing antibodies. Fascinating stuff, and just another reason to be vaccinated and boosted. It’s probably why I didn’t get it. I still wear a mask everywhere and mostly don’t go to crowded indoor spaces. I’m careful, for the most part. I’m probably the only one in the grocery store wearing a mask, but I’m also the only one who didn’t get Covid.
I’m pretty much ready to relinquish the chef duties around here. Trip should be out of jail by Friday. Still, I didn’t realize how many times a night he wakes me up fiddling with his pump. I’ve kind enjoyed having the bed to myself for a little bit, to be honest. The downside is he’s stuck in the downstairs bedroom that I just turned into a gym and the Tonal is in there. I haven’t been able to work out for 10 days, which kind of sucks. Coach Woody has probably noticed I’ve been missing class.
Anyway, that’s really all I have time to write, given I’m busy at work and busy being a nursemaid at home. Im ready for things to get back to normal.