Just when you think you’ll be content to sleep forever because the gray never ends, buds pop out on trees and daffodils sprout, shaking you out of your winter coma. In this netherworld between freezing and basking in the warm glow of the sun lives March. Although I’ll miss the bear-like cave I’ve created with blankets on my bed, I’ve loved feeling the sun on my face. I…
OK, how long’s it been? I started hearing how serious this was in the U.S. in the beginning of March, and by March 16th or 17th, I was working from home. By the 30th I was furloughed, and now I’ve been home alone a little over a month. (Because Topper–sweet as he can be — cannot be considered company. His conversation skills, even when he’s awake, are seriously…