It was dark when awoke, a little after 5 a.m., my partner and my children all asleep. It’s part of my routine to rise early so I can write a while in peace, before the day begins to hurry me along.
Of course, today I have nowhere to go. The daycare where I work has closed its doors for now, as have the schools my young children attend. So I am home with them trying to find ways to pass the hours that we know will stretch into weeks at least.
Yesterday gave us bright sunshine; today offers only a damp, gray chill.
No one we know is showing any symptoms. To all appearances here, nothing has changed, but we know better. Yesterday, a friend and her young daughter dropped by to deliver Girl Scout cookies. It took an act of deliberate will on my part not to approach for…
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