My mom wasn't able to come to Sunday services because of... something going on with my dad. He's in enough pain that he can't walk. It sounds like a strain or sprain but there's serious swelling as well. For all the animosity between us, I do wish him well. That kind of pain is no fun, I know from experience.

While my mom couldn't go to services, I went ahead. Sat through service, talked with my mom's friends and my friends. I updated them on our lives, including my bout with COVID. One woman I told the COVID bit to physically recoiled at the mention. Mentioned how she was sick with COVID three times, didn't want to get it again and nearly tripped over herself trying to get away from me.

This was today. I have gone through both doctor mandated quarantine and company mandated time off. I'm even past the doctor recommended time frame to be masked indoors.

I get it. Three times with COVID is a horrible bit of bad luck and can provoke quite a bit of anxiety, but if you're running away from someone you consider a friend at the mere mention of the word COVID... I'm not mad. I'm certainly not amused. I'm just sad.