The Revision
Instead of getting up at the butt crack of dawn as my friend Flower calls it (read: 4:30am) and making tea and Tin’s lunch and then getting in the car to drive him to school in New Orleans and then hustling to make a living and make the events at the Hall happen, I am getting up at 7:30 now.
Tin has his morning meeting with his class online and then begins his 2-3 hours of lessons. This is day one, he seemed to respond well to this rhythm – he’s able to move around freely and to get individual attention – something he has sorely lacked.
We are finishing the seventh book of Harry Potter on audio, something we used to do on our car ride to school.
We walk Stella by the beach.
In the late afternoon, we meet up with the other quarantined for a bike ride on the beach that includes the appropriate social distancing.
The fact that I am making zero income, and the bills are still coming in, is disconcerting. The rest seems manageable.