You'd better be home soon

Elder daughter is joining us for Christmas in a week. We haven't seen her in person in 430 days. 

As the time draws nearer, complications from the emergence of the Omicron variation have made things more nerve-wracking. 

First, in addition to the stringent testing and documentation of same that must be made before leaving the UK, elder daughter is now required to re-test on her arrival in Vancouver airport, before going on to Victoria to isolate for at least 24 hours, or until the test results are known. Our fond parental dreams of welcoming hugs are on hold. 

Today, new restrictions were announced in Britain, most taking effect next Monday. Ironically, they re-instate precautions that were never really discontinued here in British Columbia, where we are required to mask in shared common spaces and on transit, and show proof of vaccinations at non-essential venues, such as theatres, cinemas, and restaurants. 

I've written about this song before, it seems, like much good art, to shift and illuminate many situations over the years. It's sung here by an international choir of health care workers.