I am having trouble remembering what day of the week it is.  I know when it’s Sunday because on Sunday we get two newspapers.  I know when it’s Tuesday because I organize Peter’s medications for the week on Tuesday mornings.  I’m pretty good about Mondays because that’s when my Zoom class, The Future of Higher Education, meets (until mid-May).

I’ve pretty much stopped looking at my calendar because everything has been cancelled.  And with the library closed, I don’t have to check to see if we have any books due.

I was a bit confused about what day of the week it was in my early retirement.  But nothing like this.

I yearn for the return of normality.