There’s no official date that the COVID-19 Era began, but there is for me in a way. It was March 12, 2020, that I received a 5 a.m. phone call from our school district’s superintendent saying that schools would be closed that day, the next day and–get this–the whole following week!
Ha! A whole week! How ridiculous!
I was ecstatic for about 10 minutes as I contemplated what was basically an extra Spring Break. Yeah, it started to sink in a short while later what this all really meant, but those 10 minutes were glorious.
Come to think of it, everything in my life before then was pretty damn good too. I just took it all for granted.
Won’t make that mistake again.