End of July

It's hard to understand how time flies the older you get. Perhaps it's having more things to occupy your time, or having freedom to choose what to do, but a month will come to an end and I feel like just said "Rabbit, rabbit," the other day. 

My middle child has COVID. I'm going to be off a couple days next week to be home for her. I had a week off in July for vacation and a week off with COVID. I don't really feel I worked in July and August is shaping up to be very similar.

No, I didn't give her COVID. I quarantined and hardly saw her for 2 weeks because she had band camp. 

I really have great kids. It's sad when they get sick. I don't remember my parents being around for me whenever I got sick. They sent me for week to my grandparents who lived 2 hours away when I had the chicken pox. I was 3. Who does that?