I’m supposed to be marking, an assortment of business profiles and a couple of overdue entertainment reviews; also, re-grading some advertorials.
I’m also supposed to be incorporating beta-reader and development editor comments into novellas that are supposed to launch… like, way too soon.
And I’m supposed to… well, it’s a pretty long list. It usually is.
Instead, I’ve spent the last few days figuring out how to move the rest of my outstanding course on-line, and in-between, re-organizing spaces in my house.
It’s a very soothing task, reorganizing spaces.
Cinder joined me in this exercise today. The closure of his martial arts class and the Y affected him much more than the uncertainty over what’s happening with school. He examined the living room—crowded with Lego—and asked if it could be reorganized so that there’d be a clear work-out space for him.
In the process, we found a new storage solution for Ender’s nerf guns.
That child of an anti-gun mother, by the way, has way too many weapons. It’s ridiculous.
Flora’s been chilling and napping.
It’s kind of funny how the past four days seem… well, none of them seemed long individually.
We have been a work-at-home, homeschooling family all of our lives, really. The current two in high school, Sean with a full-time job, and me with out of house classes to teach two or three times a week thing is new.
So it’s not really like we’re home significantly more than we usually are.
And we’re not really stressed or anxious. Not really.
Ok, a little.
Because—media, and press conferences, and closures, and wah.
And also, uncertainty—how long will all of this last?
So. As we’ve been hearing—schools closed, campuses closed, libraries closed—I think we’ve all been struggling with the uncertainty of… for how long.
Funny thing about stress—if you know how long something awful will last, and you know that it will definitely end by a pre-determined time… it’s so much easier to endure, and plan for.
Anyway. Our home arrest, if that’s what it will come to, will not be significantly different than our regular life. For me, Cinder, and Ender anyway.
But there is a big psychological difference between spending a lot of time at home because you want to… and spending all your time at home because you have to.
Choice, and even the perception of choice, is a huge thing.
I choose to stay at home to do my part in containing the speed of the spread of the pandemic.
There. That wasn’t that hard, was it?
Great observations, Marzena. I’m smiling.
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