Travel in a Time of Covid

​My husband has been going stir crazy ever since the drought of TV sports began, eager to go somewhere. Anywhere!  We cancelled last week's trip to Baltimore to see our daughter and family. In April we intended to return to where we used to live in Brazil for a wedding. We won’t be going. We hadn’t planned a road trip to Montana, but that’s where we went. 

In February my mother-in-law flew out to see her daughter’s family an hour south of Seattle for a birthday and a couple concerts. (Hey! This is a musical family. We’re very supportive of one another’s performances.)

I was supposed to fly to Baltimore today to visit my daughter and family for her birthday. We had tickets to go to Brazil in April for the wedding of our foster daughter’s son on a beach east of Rio de Janeiro. All that has changed. At our age it doesn’t seem responsible to travel for fun in the midst of a fast developing situation. Our isolated house in the Northwoods seems much the best place to stay.