As I went to bed last night, it felt like we had a good weekend. We went to the Arboretum. We rode bikes. We watched Frozen II. We baked bread and read books.

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I didn’t worry about the pandemic as much. After two weeks am I getting used to life in coronavirus?

It’s an unsettling feeling to not be alarmed. How fast do people adapt? Are other people feeling this way?

I’m still angry. I’m angry that Trump squandered our chance to head things off. I’m angry that he lashes out at governors and divides us further. I’m disgusted by his boasting of ratings. It’s hard to understand how his supporters don’t see what the rest of the nation, the rest of the world sees.

Now’s it’s week three of working remote. I’ve been working remote at my new job more than I have in-person. Such is life.