Well, this is supposed to be a travel blog. But no one’s really traveling anywhere right now. So I guess I’ll blog about NOT traveling.

The week went pretty well. Both girls had to do e-learning, so it kept them busy. Andrew and I are really busy at work; the COVID emergency is causing a lot of extra work, so if they needed a lot of support from us, it wouldn’t have happened. One of the highlights of the week was yesterday when the girls went down into the basement and played Just Dance for two hours.

We ate really well: cupcakes and browned butter cookies and pulled pork and spicy Thai noodles. And more. I slept a little later than I normally do, and I walked a LOT more than I normally do. I’m getting about 50% more steps than I did when I was going to the office and driving kids around every day. I do NOT miss the driving.

But it’s been truly exhausting. I’ve been starting work early and putting in an extra hour most evenings. It’s non-stop during the work day. And something about video meetings is more taxing than in-person meetings. Plus, there are a lot more dishes to do than when half our meals are eaten outside of the house.

I’m trying to keep perspective. We’re home, and we’re safe. (I think.) The people I love are in their respective homes and safe. We’re seeing more of each other. But there’s this dread, too. When are people going to start getting sick? How long are we going to be isolating? How many things are we going to have to miss? And I worry about people who don’t have money to pay rent, who are in homes where they don’t feel safe, who aren’t sure where the next meal is coming from.

All the emotions. Maybe that’s why I’m so tired.