Monday morning Hubby Tony and I did money counting at the parish office. The counting is done in a room with a large conference table.Tony and I were at one end of the table and the other two people (another couple) sat at the other end.
Tuesday morning we received an email from one of the other counters saying they had just tested positive for Covid. The CDC guidelines say that anyone exposed should wear a mask, and then isolate if symptoms show up. I mulled over what that would mean for a weekend-long event. I would hate to be the one to pass on the virus to anyone, but I knew that at least one of the planning team members had respiratory issues and chances were good that other planning team members or retreatants would too.
In the end my mulling was pointless; this morning I woke up with a scratchy throat, a headache, and a general 'off' feeling and it was obvious what I had to do.
I emailed the retreat leadership team and the organizers of the events I was
working on to let them know, and made arrangements to drop off my supplies at
another team member's house. When that was done I put away the personal items
I had piled in the corner of the bedroom to take with me, and recycled the
paperwork I no longer needed.
The event will go on without me, but it will be strange to have a quiet weekend instead of the jam-packed one I have been planning for.
Five years ago today: The Middle Of The Month