I love ya tomorrow.

Three-year old boy with dirty face climbing out of a toy car  in the wilderness.

California, as of today, is in actual lockdown. Governor’s orders. As in citizens: stay in. Our borders are essentially locked down for non-essential travel in and out, excepting trade and U.S. citizens returning. School closures in most states, restaurant and bar shutdowns, all non-emergency services for dental practices shut down in Washington, likely followed soon by Oregon…

…so we personally are not in lockdown. But much of the country has shut down what were normal, taken-for-granted activities. And now, everyone knows what the phrase social isolating is.

Becca is out of work, a happening in the last 48 hours. I am waiting on payment for projects and completed work that I now have little to no expectation of seeing, at least anytime soon. Who knows what will happen.

We will not bury our heads in the sand and ignore the news. We will also not inundate ourselves with a flow of ever-changing information that at some point floods the senses and rather vitalizing into action, starts to incapacitate. We will also try not to do that. We are not hiding from our children the reality of COVID-19, a.k.a. Coronavirus, and have engaged in a number of worthwhile dialogs and discussions.

I feel like I need to be doing something. Something more. Unfortunately*, the requirements to become a world-class epidemiologist appear to take more than a two-hour online course, so my ability to leap into the front lines on certain fronts is a little limited.

Right now, the front line is helping stay informed, stay calm, and keeping my family safe in two-way fashion: neither transmitting nor receiving potential infection from elsewhere. Yeah, that whole isolation thing. Makes sense. Trying to be responsible.

Six kids today. The sun was out, Count Basie blasting, had a picnic in our yard, got dirty, defeated my niece wrestling (observing all non-transmission protocols, of course, save for the six-foot rule one). Good day, although the productivity I had intended disappeared swiftly.

There is tomorrow, there will be another one. That is the hope, that is the plan. Another tomorrow, and more after that.

In the meantime, we go. We go hard.

Be well, stay well, all.