Alright…it’s been an emotional rollercoaster…for all of us. This unexpected…sucks. The strangeness of this all…sucks. The unsurity (no, that’s a word)…sucks.

I know I’m supposed to be strong and vigilant and not let the Coronavirus win…but this afternoon…it did win.

I went down the driveway…just to bring up the recycling bin. Halfway back up the driveway, I broke down.

My mind went to the whole concept of a national shutdown (which as of this posting has NOT happened, just to be clear). …and about the schools…and about the kids…and how many dreams and goals will go unfulfilled.

I feel sad…sad for my daughter…whose goal it was to be the only girl in our elementary’s school history to run over 100 miles in Running Club in back-to-back years. She ran 66.4 …66.4! in the Fall session. She was ready to do it…she had a lot of pride about it….it sucks.

I feel sad…again for my daughter…who loves soccer. I love watching her play soccer…her and JUSC friends are such an awesome group. How long will they not be able to play together & continue their friendship?

I feel sad…for my son…who was soooo excited for baseball to start. He doesn’t play to win…he plays because he likes baseball. At the tryouts for teams, he let a few grounders through his legs…he felt bummed…then crushed in the batting cage, and he had such a huge smile on his face. I was so happy for him…and to feel that momentum leaving. It just sucks.

I feel sad…again for my son…who was sooooo excited for his schools “Wax Museum” presentations. He had chosen Alexander the Great…which is a toughie…but he had boned up on all the knowledge…all the facts…and we were set to go find an Alexander the Great costume (which I imagine is a toga or a gladiator)…but that’s no where on the agenda.

I feel sad…sad for my father-in-law…sad for my mother-in-law…sad for my parents…sad for everyone who has someone at risk of this.

I feel sad….sad for Ken’s son…who’s about ready to graduate from Roosevelt. Will that happen? Don’t know. That sucks. That made me sad.

I finally made it to the garage….

…and put the recycling bin away.

That was a long 15 second walk.

I came inside, and my wife was right there to help talk me through it all…and just reassured “It’s going to be ok!” I believe her. As Jennifer told me, we’ll look back at this time one day and think “Holy ****, that was a weird *** spring.”

It will be ok.

Feels good to type that.

Still sucks though.

Coronavirus…you suck.

That felt good to type too.

Take care of yourself, your loved ones…and let’s all take care of each other.