I know surreal is simply another word for strange, or weird, or strange. Yet, my usual words don’t work for this current unusual world. I am left only with surreal.
Work is the same; only the location has changed.
Home life is different, not only because we cannot leave the house except for essentials–and even with that permission, we choose to stay at home for we fear the virus more than others do–but because we now prepare the food we eat, I have dishes to do every night, and I have to play teacher to my 2nd grader.
I have some memories of the last two months before this present moment…
For today though, and for the next days, too, as I literally live life a day at a time, I am organizing the memories in my head.