Ninety-One Days

2020-06-11 Into the Unknown

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I remember reading reports out of Wuhan, back in February, when the citizens had been on lockdown for more than 72 days.  When we passed the 40 day mark, I thought “Ok, breathe.  More than halfway through what China went through.”

We are now on Day 91.  Thirteen weeks.  “Normalcy” isn’t a word I think about anymore.  There is only Before and After. Continue reading

To Myself, 6 Weeks Ago

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Today marks 6 weeks since our confinement at home started.  Quentin refers to it as the “coronavirus conundrum.”  I think he simply likes the combination of words, but the days feel like a constant pull of being grateful that we are safe and healthy, and increasingly going crazy by the relentless monotony of the days, with no break and little variation. Continue reading