Tuesday, March 31, 2020


I keep telling myself that at least now we know what we're facing.
I wrecked on my bike last week--hit my head pretty good, scraped up my arm, and embarrassed myself in front of a friend who witnessed the whole thing.

The next morning I woke up with a pain in my back and realized I'd tweaked it in the wreck, and this sidelined my exercise for the rest of the week (but not my eating . . . ). I finally got back on the road yesterday morning, and while I was running, my watch erupted with GroupMe texts. I couldn't pull up the image and the texts were a little discouraging, but I determined to finish my run/walk before reading further.

Governor Ducey announced yesterday that AZ schools will be closed for the remainder of the school year.

Deep down I knew this was going to happen, but I'd recently convinced myself that the kids would get to return for at least a week or two to say goodbye to everyone and graduate and stuff.


It's so difficult to express how all this makes me feel. Admittedly, I cried for a few minutes before I could make it into the house and tell the kids--especially Micah. High school is so social, and I knew it would hit him hardest. They took it pretty well, but its' going to be a LONG eight weeks.

Every day brings some new twist in this story, and I'm tired of it.

Now Micah has real school online (not that involved yet, but ramping up), and the little ones are scheduled to be online by Monday.

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