Between too many hours teleworking online and all the personal stuff going on, I’m personally finding it difficult to spend any more time online than I have to. There’s online grocery shopping (don’t forget the pickup time), virtual medical appointments, online classes and their assorted virtual meetings, and catching up via Skype with family and friends. There’s no more inclination to actually go to the laptop to write. My laptop used to be my escape, a place to put my thoughts into words and share them with an audience.

Falling apart. I feel like I’m falling apart. My quarantine began on March 12, 2020. I am immunocompromised, so when my son came home that day I heard about COVID and how a classmate came to school very sick and coughing, I freaked the F out. The next day the school announced its closure, and we’ve been home ever since. It’s now August 29th and my son’s school starts again for the first time on Monday. School is at home, so it’s won’t be much of a change.

I’ll try to find time to blog, but it’s going to be a lower priority right now.