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Everything seems to be getting stranger and scarier by the minute. Not going to lie, I am a little freaked out, but I do my best to release it because, it’s not going to do me any good to cling to it. I do allow myself to feel it. I do talk openly to my family and friends about it. I think it is important to have a direct line of communication with each other. Life is changing at a rapid pace. The only consolation is that I am not doing it alone. We are all in this together.

Here is what is going on with me. I bought that nail grinder for Daisy’s ridiculous nails. This morning, I tried it out on her. She didn’t seem to mind, but it takes FOREVER, so I only did one paw. I figure that I have plenty of time today to revisit another paw. It will break up the monotony.

Later on I have to go out of the house. Ugh. The thought makes me cringe, but I have to pick up my mother’s drugs from the pharmacy. Caregiving has been a challenge with her. You all know how super adaptable she is to change. (Cue my hysterical laughter.) And recently, she has added hallucinations to her repertoire. (Oh, and her caregiver has been out for two weeks with bronchitis. She is slated to return Monday.). Last week, she reported that there were men in her yard and then she saw little boy too. She was annoyed that they wouldn’t talk to her when she shouted at them. A phone call to her psychiatrist resulted in some new medicine and the knowledge that people with low vision have this happen frequently. It doesn’t help that she is overly stressed and anxious about the situation at hand. I might be the one on medication when all is said and one. Jesus. Take. The. Wheel. Oh, and she keeps forgetting to click the “off” button on her phone, so I have been going over there to fix that too. The struggle is real.

Bryce’s sophomore year in college will now be completed at home. His university opted to shut down and now we wait to see when he can go and retrieve all of his stuff. Sometimes I think 2020 hates us. Like it is simply giving us the finger. Not sure why because I think we are a delightful bunch. Seriously, why is 2020 such an asshole?

As we move forward into our new normal, there is going to be grief. Our kids are missing out on milestones. Our elderly are going to be lonely. The newness of being at home will wear off and people will get antsy. It is a “one day at a time” concept. Something I have been practicing since I sought a spiritual solution when Brian got sober. Stay in the day. Don’t watch the news. Connect with your people whether it is by phone or email. Be creative with your time. Most of all, keep a sense of humor.