Meg spent most of last night and this afternoon packing. She had started earlier in the week, but there was still a lot to do. I tried to help as best as I could by getting laundry done, organizing bags and moving suitcases downstairs. By 5:30 Meg had everything ready and Nick was on his way over to our house. She had said goodbye to Cam and Doug last night as they were at an all day tennis tournament in central Indiana today. With nothing else left to do, Meg and Nick headed out by 6:30 p.m. As soon as they turned on to the road, I walked in the house and started crying. I was happy for Meg as she was ready to get back to her college life. I was sad, however, as we had really enjoyed having her home these past five months and I would miss our daily walks, craft days, nightly talks, and the endless games of Swap Meet and watching Disney Food Blog. Doug has said several times that not everything about the pandemic has been bad. Having her home was definitely one of the positives.
Saturday, August 15, 2020
Too Close for Comfort
Although neither of the COVID incidents affected us directly yesterday, but they did scare us enough to reconsider our upcoming plans. Originally, Meg was supposed to leave for IU this Tuesday afternoon with Doug. Yesterday we realized that by waiting until then we were risking Meg's return at all. She had tested negative for COVID this past week, but if Cameron was exposed at tennis or Bethany or Doug was exposed at work or County Council, then she would be required to quaratine with the rest of us for fourteen days. The thought that she would be home for five months and not get to leave when IU started was too much for any of us to think about. Thus, late last night we all decided that it was best for Meg to get to Bloomington as quickly as possible. Thankfully, Brett was more than willing to host her for a couple of days before she moved into her apartment. Nick was happy to take her and said that it felt like they were going on vacation. I offered money for food and gas and the plan quickly took shape.
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