By Jayne Dixon Weber
“Ian, what day is it? Tuesday or Wednesday?”
“It’s Wednesday mom, you have your call with Dan today.”
“Oh, that’s right. Thanks for reminding me. Thanks for keeping track of what I have each day.”
What else do I have today? I don’t know, I can’t remember, I have to look at my calendar, as the days all run together. I know it’s August, but where did the last four months go? Since the boys — my husband and my son Ian — are both home all day, I find myself getting up earlier and earlier in the morning just to have a few minutes of peace and quiet to myself. The only thing different I’ve noticed is that the sun comes up later now than it did a month ago.
I thought I would take this time to reflect and see the pandemic from Ian’s eyes. He is and has been home, and he mostly likes that, but . . .
His mother (yes, me) pulled him out of work. He works at a grocery store and four months ago we had no idea what we were dealing with. Now we do and I’m glad we did take him out of work. But then the cancellations started:
