Due to the pandemic, everything is a bit topsy-turvy.

Kids are learning from home and people are working from home.

People are doing most of their shopping from home. Delivery boys have become essential workers. Sports have minimized seasons and a lot of them have already been playing without an audience. My guys don’t care if there is an audience watching them, because they can still watch football and basketball from the living room. Last week, I had six grown men, my sons and husband, sitting in my living room watching football. I had to laugh because they weren’t discussing the plays being made but the amount of space between the people in the bleachers. All of my men were HVAC technicians. My husband started the company when we were first married. He had hoped at least one of our sons would want to work for him, but all four had. The sixth man in the living room was our son-in-law, who also worked for my husband. They were discussing if there was sufficient airflow between the people for it to be safe from Covid. My husband kept looking whenever they showed the bleachers. He said that the airflow was sufficient since there was a breeze. He just wouldn’t want to be there since it was cold and raining that day. My six big, strong HVAC techs agreed it was too cold to be at a football game. My daughter and I sat in the kitchen laughing at them, and shaking our heads. I don’t think I’ve enjoyed a Sunday like this one, in quite some time.
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