Wednesday

Today, we stopped to take a breath.

I had my last "in person" therapy appointment this morning. Next week, and for some undetermined amount of future time, my therapist and I will meet virtually. I'll probably create a comfortable space in our closet to talk with her. Closets and a pile of pillows have always seemed comforting to me, but I never expected to revisit the need.

This was the kind of day where we lost time. As in, what day is it?

When I got home from my appointment, D and I had to work to rally the kids to take a walk. There isn't currently any remote learning in place in our school district, so the older two are rebelling a bit and declining family activities or suggestions to read or do things like speak to us.

In J's defense, he's sick. Having to ask what his symptoms are and take his temperature meant hiding the anxiety that I'm trying to beat back. For the record, he's fine. It's a sore throat. No temperature. No dry cough.

At the beach, some of us walked, some of us sat on the sand, some of us were angry, and some of us searched for the tiniest bits of colorful sea glass between the rocks.

 

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