Here is this week’s. I’ve been looking through my records of writing FFs and it looks to be once every couple of months! Well, that’s not very good, is it? I need to make this more of a habit. (But probably not next week, as both I and my s.o. are getting our second shot of vaccine and probably will be sick for a few days each.)
“Mom, I don’t think that’s what they meant when they said we need to quarantine.”
“They just said we can’t leave the house,” Liza carefully pulled the trailer onto the highway. “Well, we ain’t leaving it, are we?”
“Look,” she turned to her teenage son in the passenger seat. “we planned this months ago. The money’s all paid, and I can’t start that job late just ’cause the gov’ment’s being slow.”
“It’s not safe!”
“It’s fine. We’ll stop by Nana’s on the way, and I promise I’ll wear a mask. Okay?”
“Okay,” he grumbled, clearly unappeased, but stopped arguing.