If Mean Mister Covid (-19) hadn’t come along to foil my weekend plans, I would have been writing about my first attendance at a Daughters of the American Revolution (DAR) (and don’t say “dar” it’s always D.A.R.) state conference. I was meant to road trip to Richmond, Virginia on Thursday, meet up for dinner with a friend I haven’t seen in more than a decade that evening, whilst staying at a boutique (non-conference) hotel through Sunday. Friday morning I would have gone over to the Marriott and into the conference wearing a cute dress and at lunch I would have been accepting a state project grant that I earned for a project I’ve cooked up with the manager of the regional park I can walk to from my house; it honors a part of George Washington’s history in my area. Accept the grant, give a 2 minute speech. Then, Friday night I was going to attend the fancy dinner and wear a vintage gown of my mother’s. More of the same conferency-stuff on Saturday, and then Sunday return up the highway. But noooo… the whole bloody thing was cancelled because of the pandemic. To be honest, having asthma, I wasn’t looking forward to being out and about with a large group in public spaces since that sounds so ominously compromising at this time. Further, while I had a trusted pet sitter lined up for my two senior cats, I’m sure I’m feeling much more at ease being home to take care of them myself. But, it would have been fun to have pictures of me accepting the award and giving my little speech. Mean Mister Covid.