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