Day 76: Looking for Words

Day 76: Looking for Words

Being a parent means constantly improvising. Every day, new challenges are put before us and we are forced to react. Life is full of that kind of thing anyway, but with little kids, there is the added pressure of having to at least appear that you are steady,...
Day 75: Birthday Bonanza

Day 75: Birthday Bonanza

Being basically on some version of home arrrest for 75 days is bound to have some psychological impacts on anyone. Everyone is probably experiencing some kind of reaction. I’ve certainly had some increased anxiety, a scattershot music diet that ranges from jazz...
Day 74: Time Warped

Day 74: Time Warped

Sometimes I puzzle over the fact that short weeks often feel longer than regular sized weeks. This being the week on the backend of Memorial Day, it contained a full 20 percent fewer days than a standard work week. Yet, but Thursday I already found myself annoyed to...
Day 73: The Zen of Mess

Day 73: The Zen of Mess

With the kids back home, it was back to something more resembling the normal march of quarantine monotony on Wednesday. We did the whole morning breakfast routine, arbitrated all the arguments over which cartoon to watch (primarily an ongoing debate between Clifford...
Day 72: Pick Up Day

Day 72: Pick Up Day

It was back to work on Tuesday morning, and while we were certainly missing the kids at this point, it was nice to have a few hours of peace to focus on things. Of course, much of the day was taken up with a conference call and a webinar I needed to deliver, but it...
Day 71: Sofa, So Good

Day 71: Sofa, So Good

Monday morning arrived and the house was still in an eerie state of peace. The kids were at their grandparents’ house for another day, and Erin, Asta and I had our run of the place.We were able to watch actual movies that were filmed with the intention of...