Sometimes you just have to change the lyrics…and get them out there before there are any more surprises! Sing it. Last verse, only slightly different from the first…

On the twelfth day of ClusterMess, I was dismayed to receive

TWELVE DoorDash dinners

ELEVEN Piles of laundry

TEN Days of isolation

NINE Nights of crying

EIGHT Curbside pickups

SEVEN Swabs a-swirling

SIX Sleepless nights

FIVE Seasons of The Good Doctor

FOUR Doctor’s calls

THREE FaceTimes (per hour)

TWO Sickly kids

ONE Unfinished renovation