It's been a while since I've been any sort of regular blogger. But hello, 2020! What a nice surprise to remind us that sometimes journaling is important.

So ... my second surgery to end the breast cancer reconstruction experiment 2020 is scheduled for Wednesday. 48 hours from now. And I'm not sure at all that it will actually happen at this moment. Life is that fluid.

I left work on Friday, huge monitor in hand, kind of in shock. We were told we'd be working from home for the near future. Some friends left for spring break. I thought about my daughter's sweet 16th birthday sleepover. Life felt pretty normal.

Monday. Bars, restaurants shut down. Co-workers on spring break domestic and abroad all but stranded. New normal all Microsoft Teams meetings. Meanwhile, industry charges on.

My surgeon called me. Told me as of this minute, I'm still having my procedure on Wednesday.

Cried twice today.

Co-worker's wedding just got cancelled. Multiple people on my team worried about being single parents having to homeschool their elementary school children while also working.

Nobody has toilet paper, milk or butter.

I write young adult novels. I read all these stories in the late 2000s. 

WHAT IS HAPPENING?

So, I decided to come back to blogging in this bizarre social experiment called COVID-19. 

Today, we contemplated cancelling my little angel's sweet 16. Today, a co-worker had to cancel her damn wedding. Today, I have friends flung wide domestic and abroad, and I'm actually worried about them getting home. I don't recognize my country or my world.

And at the same time, my world has shrunk to the less than 2k square feet of my home. The three people and one cat who reside here.

For the next eight weeks - is this it?

What the hell happened to us?