It's the fourth of January, the third day of "Breath," and the first day back to work. Ugh. It was alright. I got some stuff done and survived. I had forgotten how chaotic pandemic work life can be. This morning as I sat down to work at the dining room table, the dog was running circles around the house (did I mention we got a dog?), Ryan was checking in between classes, and Will was doing his asynchronous-school routine of wandering around the house doing whatever he wanted. This made my head spin for a bit but soon things settled down and I was able to complete a course-related task leftover from last semester. After lunch I had a Zoom call with my friend/colleague, which made me feel more settled, both personally and professionally, which was nice. I managed to eke out one more work-related task to complete my day's goal and then took the dog on a walk and did the yoga. Not an interesting day, but I made it through.
I wasn't planning for the story to go this way. I wanted to give more background and build slowly up to the situation we were in when I started the story. But that situation changed last month and now here we are, homeschooling. Yup, there's the titular update. I know you don't know me well, so here are some facts: I was valedictorian of my high school class. I have a degree from an Ivy League college. I have a PhD from one of the top physics departments in the country. I'm not saying all this to brag. I'm saying all this to set up the unlikeliness of someone like me, as close as you can be to a professional student, getting kicked out of elementary school. But that's what happened last week. It's actually for the best. We've all been miserable this year. I've been sick with anxiety since last fall. Stomachaches, heart palpitations, the works. I actually started this blog as a way of dealing with it all. Here's what happened. Let me start with...
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