The day started off on a high note. The espresso machine is invigorating. Temps didn't reach 100 before noon. The dog didn't eat breakfast, but he seems feisty enough. And, I was celebrating writing 3,336 words last night. Then my son tested positive for COVID. Again. His dentist's office routinely checks all their patients before seeing them. Ian is anti-covid vaccinations. Even after going through it once. I've tried to convince him to get a vaccination for my benefit. I'm an old fart. I'm high risk. If he gives me COVID and I die, he'll feel guilty. There is a strong possibility he has no concept of the meaning of guilt. Which could be a good thing. It could mean he's never done anything bad enough—that I know about—to feel guilty. As his mother, I refuse to contemplate the alternative meaning of a guilt free mind. To test positive today, he was probably a carrier last week. I have seen him briefly during doggie drop offs and pickups th...