Alea iacta est. “The die is cast.”

I’ve got trip planned for next week, a few days off and travel booked to meet up with a few college friends. We’ve been gathering each Fall for the better part of about thirty years.

Most would call this trip a “vacation”; I think of it, really experience it, as a “retreat.” Truly. These friends I get together with I only typically see on this trip. We all live in a different part of the country, so don’t get many chances to connect. Every time I see them, catch up on life and perspectives, I feel better. These people make my life better. I love and respect each of them tremendously.

All this said, the COVID virus came into my family this week; two family members thus far have tested positive; if I also test positive I’ll have to cancel my planned retreat.

There’s not much I can do to influence the outcome at this point.

Alea iacta est.

Whatever happens, Acceptance is about the only reasonable response I can offer at this point. With virus in play, and given my circumstances – unable to effectively isolate – the die is cast.

My only reply now, “We’ll see what shakes. “

But that’s an idiom for another day.