Because quarantining at home is boring, I might as well do it on the beach.
By the time March rolled around this year it was already looking like going on the Caribbean cruise we originally planned for our May wedding anniversary was not only a spectacularly stupid idea, but a month later it was literally impossible. At least not without a "heist movie" level of planning, scuba gear, and probably grappling hooks. And frankly that sounded like too much work to get onto a cruise ship, so we accepted the fact it wasn't gonna happen.
