Eleven days ago, I wrote a post about how I'd finally come to the end of a long and wonderful series of events. I talked about how happy I was to have a mostly empty calendar and how much I was looking forward to having some time to myself. Without any sense of irony, I named this entry, Breathing Room.
I had no idea what was coming. Not even an inkling.
Of course, life is anything but normal now, not just for me, but for everyone. Like most people, my family is practicing some serious social distancing. Seth is working from home full time, Ryan's college classes are being taught on line and James' senior year of high school appears to have come to an abrupt and unceremonious end. Oh, he still has finals and AP tests to look forward to, but they'll be taken from home. I'm sure there will be some kind of a graduation eventually, but there's no guarantee he'll ever step foot in that building again.
I don't want to complain too much. My family is better off than most. We're all healthy and low risk. Seth's job is secure, and if I had to shelter in place with three people, I can't imagine three better people to shelter with. But still, we're four people in a small house. This is the opposite of breathing room.
It's going to be a long spring.