In answer to my past self, more than a month in, and it feels like it has been a year. I haven’t worked hours like the ones I am pulling since I started writing online, several lifetimes ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
People are healthy, overall. My grandmother turned 99. We tore up a big chunk of backyard to start a garden. I aced my first semester of gradschool, pandemic included.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have about four weeks to read everything for next semester, while I don’t have coursework. Unfortunately, in that time, we have to string together the logistics for a virtual gala, three end of year celebrations, an online art show, an online music night, and a graduation. In some ways, I think the end of the year is going to be harder virtually than analog, at least on resources taxed on my team.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Part of my brain lives 60-90 days in the future. I am trying to plan logistics for times with so many external variables – it makes it insanely complicated, given the huge number of unknowns COVID-19 has introduced to supply chains and labor allocation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I just hope everything stays buckled down for the forseeable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n