I am caught up on my grading, and lesson plans are done through Tuesday. This is actually pretty good; any time I’m planned more than a day out is a feat. My goal is to go to work every day this week and to keep my fucking mask on all day tomorrow when I’m around people. I’m bad at this; even after all these years masks can make me panicky, which I recognize as a me problem so I try to power through it anyway, but I do hate the damned things so very much.

That said, in terms of the number of people I actually know who either have the ‘vid right now or are recovering from it, it’s literally the worst it’s been since all of this started. And that’s people who know they have it, because a world where I didn’t bother to take a test is really easy to imagine– as I said, this felt like every beginning-of-the-school-year cold I’ve ever gotten, and my son’s never progressed past a rough throat. But yeah. I’m caught up, and I’m ready for this week, and we’re going to pretend last week never happened, and it’ll all be fine.