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Today has been overwhelming, and I wish I could think of a slice that captures it, but I just can't.
Even now, as I sit on the sofa with my laptop in the house that we moved into on Monday, thoughts are swirling as I listen to Cecily go on and on about her tennis season that is likely to not happen, about the play that is only available via live stream, about the basketball tournament that has been canceled, and the protests that are happening because students are outraged.
And I am thinking about the Facebook posts that are teaching me about the potential effects of this virus.
And I am trying to figure out what to do about my college junior who is midway through her semester abroad in South America. Do I bring her home? When does that call get made? Who makes it? If I make her come home before they make the decision, then she loses this semester-- her credits and all the money they cost. Both of my daughters' colleges have suspended personal learning indefinitely.
And I am thinking about one of my best and oldest friends who I spent the day with because today was her husband's funeral and he died suddenly on Thursday.
And I still can't believe this is all happening.
My post makes little or no sense, and I'm sorry for that. Maybe tomorrow I will make more sense. Maybe tomorrow I will have more sense. Right now, it's all way too much.