Today

So I've lost track of the days. I remember the Friday - how many weeks was it ago? When I stood in the parking garage elevator clasping my computer monitor, prepared to work from home for however long it took. I thought it would be like a week.

I was so wrong.

Now I think it will be until at least the end of April.

I just left a ten dollar bill under a rock for my Door Dasher. It'll be the first food not prepared by us we've eaten in two weeks.

The little angel hasn't spoken in person to anyone her age in as long.

Today I saw some week-old kittens. We went to the barn, where there were considerably fewer humans than lambs, goats, cats and horses. We kept a six-foot distance from the humans.

Oh, but it's spring, and it's warmer, and it's windy.

It's terrifying to not be able to plan for a week, a month from now.

The news every day is awful.

I've become too paralyzed to write. I've almost decided to delay my next novel until the little angel goes to college.

I almost wonder if it will take that long for the world to right itself.

My incisions sort of burn. They will heal soon. It's weird to think that I've finally achieved my breast cancer door prize. That it's over, as incredibly bizarre as the surgeries were.

ONWARD.