Captain Mom’s Log: Week 3: Day 15

The sun has been out for two days in a row. Virtual School begins today. Parents who are working from home, hang in there. This is uncharted territory for us all.
Despite anxiety, grief, and other such discomforts, spring is still waking up. It is a new world. Let’s make it a good one.

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