Headline picture above is a sad-looking dog named Derby. I thought it appropriate.

This week Kathryn and I were supposed to be in Kentucky for two big events. One, The Derby and all the associated celebrations for the week. And two, the birth of grandson number two, scheduled for May 14. We planned three weeks of visit there with two nice AirBnB locations.

I held on to the reservations as long as I could, but cancelled them a couple of weeks ago. It breaks my heart to think that I’ll miss the birth. But with Emily’s already-delicate maternity status, a definite hospital stay for her and the crazy infectious situation, there’s just no way to get there and be with them safely. That’s the most important thing that the pandemic has taken from our lives – the chance to be together at a crucial time.