There was a immense tree on South Beach as I walked this morning. It lay there like something from a petrified forest, stripped bare, parched, broken. How can the sea carry such weighty cargo? Where do they come from?
I think about all those children and parents who are having to manage home-schooling without expertise, or even in some cases interest. How is it done? Would I have fared any better?
When will it lift?
Work. I must work and face the clumsy stuff of yesterday.