And it is only Thursday. Now, Friday.
Like dominos. Like those elaborate domino runs that are impossible to look away from. Got to watch them to the end. All week, I compulsively check NYTimes.com. COVID19 and the stock market.
Two weeks ago, a group of high school students from Newton returned from Italy and went into quarantine. There were two emails from the school about that and more emails about possibilities and procedures if necessary. On Sunday, there was an email about a Newton resident with a student in middle school who was diagnosed with a presumptive case of COVID-19. The child, without symptoms, was following the quarantine protocol. Continue reading
I wrote the initial draft of this entry on 11 January, and then, forgot about it. So, a bit of editing around the edges but I didn’t want to change verb tense.
It is physically satisfying to type 2020.
What a weird day! Second week of January and 65 degrees F (18C), unusual for Boston, completely foreign for someone from Wisconsin. Julia has Saturday afternoon theater workshop with a group that works with youth with disabilities to develop theater pieces. This is her second time; the workshop is 4 hours long. It is close enough (on a Saturday without traffic) that I could go home but she asked that I say close. Last week, I found an interesting diner but it is no place to stay anywhere near on a diet. I am on a diet. South Street Station is around the corner; the food court has WiFi and a Starbucks. Continue reading
Small adventures. A visit to Newton-Wellsley Hospital for help applying for Julia’s MassHealth insurance and then hours at my desk filling out the supplemental disability form. Done and mailed and waiting.
A visit to the MA Registry of Motor Vehicles on Monday to get (1) my license, (2) MA plates and (3) a non-driver’s license ID for Julia. I didn’t bring sufficient documentation for my license and I don’t yet have sufficient documentation for Julia’s ID. And Oy, registration and plates. I need my title to change registration and I don’t have one.
It’s a long story, a perfect example of the perils of procrastination. Continue reading