What strange times. I’m sitting in my house in suburban Connecticut, just a short drive from New Rochelle, where a one-mile containment zone has just been declared and where the National Guard will arrive to distribute food and disinfect public spaces within the next few days. I can hear helicopters flying overhead. I can also hear sound of the lullaby my son’s nightlight plays. Simon’s napping--he’s home from school after a 24 hour stomach bug yesterday--and my daughter’s at kindergarten. I’ve just received an email written in bullet notes, but without the line breaks, from her school district that all non-essential school functions are cancelled effective immediately and lasting until at least the middle of April. The email doesn’t say, but makes clear, that it’s not a matter of
Checking the News and Listening to Helicopters
Checking the News and Listening to…
Checking the News and Listening to Helicopters
What strange times. I’m sitting in my house in suburban Connecticut, just a short drive from New Rochelle, where a one-mile containment zone has just been declared and where the National Guard will arrive to distribute food and disinfect public spaces within the next few days. I can hear helicopters flying overhead. I can also hear sound of the lullaby my son’s nightlight plays. Simon’s napping--he’s home from school after a 24 hour stomach bug yesterday--and my daughter’s at kindergarten. I’ve just received an email written in bullet notes, but without the line breaks, from her school district that all non-essential school functions are cancelled effective immediately and lasting until at least the middle of April. The email doesn’t say, but makes clear, that it’s not a matter of