MVP

Adam still has Covid.  He felt better yesterday than Sunday, but still sick. 

He spent the day helping me, which was noble of him, especially considering he is sick.

I needed help creating tables and figures to insert into my big capstone project. (With all the appendixes and everything it is 63 pages long.  How is this my life?)

Also, I created a professional development.  He looked at it and pointed out inconsistencies in my thinking.  He is the smartest person I know and his brain just cuts right through any vague or meandering language and demands clarity.  Years ago, when he was at Yale and we attempted studying the scriptures together, I resisted his challenges and said, "Hey, I'm not in graduate school with you."

So now I am in graduate school. (Not Yale, thank you very much!)

I told him to be gentle and he was and I am also better at being challenged, so it worked.

Then he would ask, "Do you want me to fix this font?"

I would say, "What's wrong with the font?'

And that happened about a thousand times.  I don't notice or really care about stuff like that and Adam notices and cares.

My project is way better because he was quality control.

In the evening we had Mark over for a socially distanced picnic on the deck.  The biggest challenge was to keep Adam out of the kitchen while I was gathering the food.  I kept saying, "Go away," and "Go sit down," and like Lucy, in A Charlie Brown Christmas, that kid wants involvement.

Adam really wanted to invite our nieces and nephews that are around and I kept reminding him he had Covid and they probably wouldn't want to come over and he would agree.

Covid is the worst.

We invited Emma, but she had plans with friends.  Also, it was Mark Monday which is our day to low-key interrogate him about how his life is going (who has more fun than our children?!?).

It was nice to spend some time with Mark.  And now I'm off to a new week of school with all my fingers crossed I still won't get Covid!