I’m not sure why, but I’ve done my best to keep the pandemic out of my writing over the last three weeks.
You can’t tell from reading it, but as I typed the previous sentence, I first wrote “current situation” instead of “pandemic,” as if that would make it easier. It’s a pandemic, though, and it needs to be called that.
It’s not easy, though, and the uncertainty is making it even harder.
I’m writing this on Monday. It’s early in the afternoon, and I’m sitting with my dog in my living room.
Last Thursday, just four days ago, things were nearly normal at school.
Friday morning, we were getting ready for possible distance learning. Friday afternoon we were closing school after class this upcoming Wednesday.
Saturday it was announced that student absences during the first three days of school this week would be excused.
Sunday afternoon, schools were closed, effective immediately.
This morning, teachers went in to do things like empty refrigerators and turn off computers. Make sure the trash was out. Make sure there wasn’t any food left in the classrooms that could be a problem with mice over an extended break.
By 10:00, I was gone, on my way home. For an extended break.
And now, I’m still in my school clothes, sitting with my dog, writing and trying to make sense of it all.
Tomorrow, I’m going to write about something else.
That said, who knows what tomorrow will bring?