These days, though, very few are like anything any of us have experienced before. Each day is exhausting in its own both completely predictable and completely unprecedented way. I've come to joke about the 15,000 steps I consistently have before noon, thanks to a pre-dawn run followed by hours of weaving serpentine patterns between my high school students, reminding them to keep their distance and keep us all safe. Lily's now used to wearing her mask at all times except lunch (when she's on a cushion outside six feet or more away from each classmate), and she's become an expert at washing her masks in the sink with me twice a week to make sure we have fresh ones for each day. Jeff rolls out of bed at his 6am alarm and manages to not only make Lily's breakfast but also have a fresh mug of coffee in my hand before I walk out the door.
So, no, these days are not like any other day.
I never went to the first day of in-person school with my daughter and I both masked.
But I also never had the freedom to paddle board with my family when I got home at 4pm.