Day 16 Of Sheltering In Place

Groundhog Day, on steroids.

In a relative way, every day is the same. I get up, I write. I eat breakfast. I read the news. I write an article. I publish if I can get it done before the kids find me. On weekdays, I emerge from writing to see my family before I commute to my office in the basement for my day job. I work for 8 hours, venturing upstairs only for food. Then at the end of the day, I emerge from my office again to be with my family.

Other than a couple of short walks and a trip to the gas station at Costco, I have not been…