Today was punctuated with many one-on-one interactions with people I care deeply about. Whether it was planned research time, a fortunate coincidence in Gather.town, a telephone call (gasp, how novel!), or the family meal, everything helped make this world a little smaller and a little more caring. Plus I got to work with my students during class time—all in all, a pretty darn good day. There is a lot of hope out there right now and it is bubbling up through the ether.
I need to take a moment to sing the praises of my family. We love and support one another while co-existing in pandemic isolation. I think we even like each other. We each exist in our own spaces during the day—me in my study and the rest in their respective bedrooms— but we connect in the kitchen, the dining room, the family room, and on walks in the community. Sometimes it’s for a brief check-in or hug and other time times, it is for a longer debrief or a meal. Three of us have been together day-in and day- out for 319 days. All four of us have been together since Thanksgiving. That’s a lot of family togetherness. I’m sure I will miss it next fall when both sons are at college and it is only my husband and me. That’s really going to happen right?
Math in the Time of Corona 