Well, the internet situation is frightful. It's a miracle this post is happening (should it happen, which is not guaranteed). There was an interesting event that happened to one of the Mormon couples since last I was able to post. They bought some cough drops from the onboard store and several hours later they received a call from the medical team asking if someone in their cabin felt ill. Apparently, the purchase of cough drops triggers some kind of protocol that this couple was now ensared in. One of them had a little cough, hence the cough drops. So in response they were visited by a team in full PPE for Covid tests, which were negative. Still, the couple was quarantined for 24 hours. I'm absolutely glad that Cunard is taking the pandemic seriously but also I find it creepy that there are items on the ship that, when purchased, trigger the medical team. I dunno. Big Brother Cough Drops (newly tradmarked by me and coming to a store near you soon - beware of what you buy).
We've been attending lectures and shows and reading a bunch over the last two days. It's all been nice and relaxing. We especially enjoyed reading on the sunny back deck of the ship (aft? port? - the back part). An last night we were treated to a storm at sea. There was a wobble to the ship for sure and our dinner view was not the usual blue ocean but instead a whirl of mist and unsettled ocean. I enjoyed it. Mom's stomach did not, but her sea sick pills did the trick. Know what other trick they did? Made her very tired so she managed to get through half of our Poirot episode before she was out for the night. I enjoyed the storm in the dark of our cabin, rocking back and forth as I tried, unsuccessfully, to write this blog post. Really, readers aren't missing much. We are doing bland things and are quite happy about it. I wouldn't want to bore anyone with stories of long stretches of reading followed by walking to another part of the ship for more of the same. Just think of us floating our way home, tired and sometimes cranky (me) and sometimes with upset tummy (Mom) and reading and walking around and getting our bath towels changed twice daily (???!!!). Mints on pillows happen. And dinner with Mormons where we share only the most benign information about our lives. It's actually a lot of work but the dinner is good so we do it. Also, they are nice. I've gotten to the part of the trip where I'm imagining my own bed and normal food and cats and a dog and sons around me. Floating some slowly is good.
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