I went for parties – a family celebration in La Jolla and a wedding at the famous Hotel Del Coronado – and should have stayed for the weather.

After over two years of hiding in my condo, I apparently had a lot of social energy pent up. I actually enjoyed speaking with strangers. Normally, as many of you know, I don’t even talk to friends.

After arriving, but before mingling, however, as per the request of the bride and groom to their guests, I administered a test to myself, and, after seeing negative results, can, with some degree of confidence, state that I either did not have Covid or wasn’t pregnant, depending on which kit I happened to grab off the drug store shelf.

Besides my interactions with other humans, the biggest highlights of the weekend for me were the clip show at my cousin’s 50th wedding anniversary party (and not just because she reads this blog), and the lion dance at the wedding.

I have a good video of the dance, but didn’t attach it here as I’m saving it for the Netflix documentary, hopefully to be directed by Peter Jackson, if he’ll only respond to my messages.

Now I’m home, waiting to see whether the woman coughing two seats away from me on the flight back has given me monkey pox.