Last year, my oldest son and I began what we figured would become an annual tradition. As long as the Patriots (or, bless his soul, the Pittsburgh Steelers) aren’t playing in the Super Bowl that year, he and I would spend the day skiing. No younger brother. No younger sister. The time was reserved just for me and him, earning some valuable time on the slopes together.
Except, only in its second year of observance, we have to call an audible.
As I write this, I am in the midst of spending a third, full day in the solitary confinement of my bedroom, having tested positive for COVID-19 earlier in the week. Despite only experiencing a few, mild symptoms, the detection means my family and I are all under lockdown until the middle of next week. That means, not only will I be watching the Super Bowl, alone, in my room, but there will obviously be no skiing date with my son prior to the festivities.
Add it to the list of frustrations that have come with this season.