Infecting him with Covid this way, and trying to recover together in hotels, while sharing the feeling of a wasted holiday on which we have also spent a lot of money in last minute travel-change-plans and rescheduled tickets, is a reminder of all that we share, of what marriage means. Of how despite his anxiety of covid and sickness, he wouldn't leave me alone when I was sick. 

(I could have isolated better if hypochondriac sister in law hadn't forced us to move to a hotel last minute where it became unreasonable financially as well as difficult for me to be alone in one room and him in another).