This is the new normal. Is this the new normal? When will we have a sense of what will be normal? We don’t know.
On the other hand, in my household, it feels almost normal. I wake up and go to work, even though my commute is five steps from the kitchen to the big kid’s bedroom. The guys start schoolwork after finishing their oatmeal. We check in with each other throughout the day. Some days I go running in the afternoon. Some days they go to the park (but not the playground). A more abrupt than usual transition into home life at 4:30, after which point everything is as it was two weeks ago: Sarah and Duck while I make dinner, children clamoring for chocolate and stories, the bedtime routine, maybe an hour to watch TV or read a book before collapsing into bed.
This week has felt like a lifetime, and planning feels like a fool’s errand. Is it reasonable to do the groundwork for a conference in October? A meeting in May? Should I try to approach my work as if everything is as it would be in a normal March? To some extent, I have to, as it neither makes sense nor am I able to function in an environment where my work has to be reinvented day-by-day.
I am sad. And scared. And overwhelmed. But I am also home, and safe, and privileged.
In the interest of thinking about Something Else, here are a few things to read, and one thing to eat:
- Richard Rohr Reorders the Universe — The New Yorker
- Listen: The Sound of Hagia Sophia, More than 500 Years Ago — NPR
- Opinion: I Don’t Want to Be the Strong Female Lead — NYT
- Yotam Ottolenghi’s Easiest Recipes Ever — The New Yorker
- Anna Jones’ squash and crispy kale pizza recipe — The Guardian
Take care of yourselves, friends.