Seriously, folks. Dubya tee eff is going on? A huge part of me thinks this is all some social experiment gone horribly, horribly wrong (or, right, depending on which conspiracy theory you buy into), while, another huge part of me thinks that we are actually in some true jeopardy. Either way, things be cray and this new "normal" is anything but.
In my world, New Job continues to challenge me on the daily. We are operating on a limited schedule, with some staff working from home and others splitting time between the office and their houses. I am going in every day, currently, but, that could change on a dime, much like everything else has.
Queen B is soldiering on in Neighboring City; we are crossing our fingers that her place of employment isn't exposed to the virus, as that would cause her to be quarantined within the facility for a minimum of 14 days. She would not do well in that situation.
The Man-Cub's school is online, and the restaurant he works for just got closed down for fifteen days, which, we all know, is code for two-to-three months, so; we are debating how best to get him back home while we still can (I fear an airline shutdown is coming down the pike. I hope I'm wrong, but, I would rather be safe than Cubless).
Hugh is toiling away at the hardware store; we are keeping the doors open, but, just barely. I have no idea how we will weather this particular storm, but, I'm putting my faith in God to provide.
Mom is in Mayberry, where she is about as socially distanced as she can be; she ventures out to the market and not much else. I would still feel better with her here, but, she makes a solid point about being more isolated at home than she would be here, with us.
And, that's about it for us. I don't know what the future holds, but I am subscribing to the old chestnut of wisdom that is: And this, too, shall pass.
Sooner rather than later, I hope.