Pre-COVID surge prep (and panic)

It’s starting to feel eerily like 2020 again, and I’m not sure if it’s déjà vu or PTSD. There’s a lot of cancelling going on, and it’s definitely a trigger for me. When I got the email that all of this week’s tennis clinics were being called off I started to spiral. Apparently they are still on for next week, but we all know by now that the COVID situation will be even worse then (especially once all the holiday visitors flood into town). Come on people, this isn’t our first rodeo.

Just like I had to get a HydraFacial the Tuesday before schools closed and we were on lockdown (for much longer than anticipated), I’m seriously considering scheduling a more-than-mild resurfacing treatment ASAP since I don’t think I’ll be going out all that much for the next few weeks. (This will be completely my choice, since I live in Florida and everything would remain wide-open even if a COVID bomb was dropped on the state.)

I’m also going for a pedicure tomorrow—even though I’m not due yet—and I’m having flashbacks to doing my own nails as I type this. Unfortunately I’m back to obsessing about my hair, too. I have a color appointment on January 12, with no shot of getting in sooner. That’s going to be a stretch as it is, and if any of the parties involved get sick, that is not going to be a good situation. (Again, I can say with a fair share of certainty that the salon will remain open—although I hope I don’t come to regret publishing those words.)

I pray to G-d that my housekeeper comes tomorrow, because if she cancels it might send me over the edge. (I literally cannot handle the thought of being responsible for cleaning the entire house myself again.)

This forthcoming COVID tsunami spiral is only heightened by the fact that Wednesday is the last day of school before holiday break. If my son’s basketball camp is cancelled, listening to him bitch about being bored and having nothing to do will be enough to make me start day-drinking again. Cheers to 2020 2.0!

On the bright side, I definitely have enough toilet paper. That’s all I got.