Here in the grand, wonderful, rising-tide-of-Covid-infections state of Georgia, we’re getting ready to start up the new school year. None of us are too enthusiastic. Everything feels weird, off-kilter. As if we’re living in some odd alternate reality where
Different state, same tune: testing time. While the rest of the country flounders around trying to make distance learning work for everyone, homeschoolers are plodding along doing their requirements, including us. Technically we could postpone this, due to a
Time for one of those introspective posts again. So. Our family has been in lockdown for over a month now. Well over a month, even though officially our state hasn’t been locked down that long. In fact, our state just
Today was a long day, and I’m tired. My hands hurt, my feet hurt, and I’m worn out after a long weekend of yard work, watching kids, and generally getting things done. The kids are now in bed
I was going to write a post tonight about sensory issues. I can’t. I mean, I can, but my heart isn’t in it. Instead, my heart is aching after watching a portion of Greta Thunberg’s address to the U.N.