March 2021 SOLC–Day 23
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No one started the dishwasher last night and there are still a few dishes in the sink. I rinse them, reorganize a few things in the dishwasher and start it up. The soft hum of the working machine fills the kitchen.
In the adjacent room, I sit in front of my notebook. Thinking about the day ahead. Trying not to panic. Trying to prioritize. Trying to find the path that will lead me through this momentary blip and out the other side.
Because yesterday was a normal Monday. Until it wasn’t.
I thought I knew what I’d be doing. Until I didn’t.
The principal came down to see me around 10:15 while the kids were at Specials.
I didn’t suspect a thing. Until I did.
Soon, I realized that innocuous-looking legal pad he carried was an artifact of what he was doing. Contact tracing.
Soon, I realized that it was not going to be a normal Monday. At all.
So, today I sit in front of my notebook and my computer. And I plan my path to remote learning for the next week.
I remind myself I’m lucky that we haven’t had to do this yet this year.
I remind myself I’m lucky that I am two weeks past my first vaccine dose.
I remind myself I’m lucky to have a “day of grace” in which to get things figured out.
In the kitchen, the dishwasher hums through its cycles. The soft whoosh is reassuring. Steadying. Even while I sit here, wondering how to embark on this transitional day, I have already started something in motion. Something is getting done.