Before the lark

Well, almost. I think the lark beat me to it by 30 minutes or so. 
We sat and chatted about missed holidays and the fact that coming back into Canada from abroad has been subject to quarantine since March. (I think I'm right in that) and many are planning that it won't change till the new year. It's a spilt milk thing, we're lucky to avoid mass infection,because of it,  and yet feel unlucky that we can't go anywhere in reality. We talked about enjoying our own back yard but I suppose that familiarity breeds contempt. 
If as a family we hadn't been so very fortunate so far in avoiding any problems, maybe we'd have a different outlook on things.

Ah well...