Local Testing

After months of insanity, my city has finally set up a consistent test sit that operates every day. Regular hours, on a bus route, and actually some available parking. Amazing really that someone with some brains set it up. 

The reason that I say “insanity” from before? There was a different location and set of times each day of the week. Kind of like the traditional floating poker or craps game where the purpose was to avoid discovery or capture. Now, if what you are doing is providing a public service, this particular approach is stupid and defeats the purpose.

Of course, you can’t walk up. You have to first register on line. I asked the woman sitting at the registration desk how they handled people who didn’t have a smart phone.

Blank look.

So I have a PCR test incubating. 

Otherwise, computer games and stitching may keep me at least moderately sane,

and the marine layer never cleared….

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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