Twenty-five weeks. I never thought we would still be going through this. In some ways this has been the best thing ever for my family but at the same time it has devastated so many people.

Time seems to be almost flying now. I never really know what day it is. I have to think to tie the days to something tangible. Oh, yesterday was garbage day so it is Thursday or my son’s cello teacher called for a lesson so it is Monday. Everything kind of blends together otherwise for all of us. While my wife is working from home she goes down to her office in the basement just about every day so there is no real distinction there in her being home or going to work.

I am hoping school brings some sense of normal but as I read more and more about what children are dealing with and the tears and frustrations of children, parents, AND teachers it gives me pause. Are we doing the right thing? I don’t know either way. I just know we need a lot of grace for everyone right now.

So, fall is unofficially here. As our nights get cooler and trees start to change I hope that we can feel safe again.