t’s been a bit rough here, tumbling in the tsunami of news.

How are you doing?

All my teaching is gone. I feel adrift. But the birds sing in the morning. So rich. And so loud - because the city’s traffic has disappeared. Slowly new ideas emerge. A new schedule seems possible. Old truths emerge, new again:

Call your friends.
Keep a journal. “Write down what’s really happening,” says my historian daughter. “Those diaries are how historians will piece together what it was like to be alive now.”
Help. Sew masks. Donate blood. Bring supplies to your local shelter. Buy takeout. Order anything from anyone who’s self-employed.
Laugh. Share happiness.
Cook . Leave some with the neighbors.
Make stuff. You are creative. Get out the supplies.
Get a good night’s sleep.

What’s helped you the most? What’s hardest? What do you hope for? Leave a comment and I’ll put your name in the hat for a cheerful give-away. We’re in this together.