School Days

When I was a kid, we went to school.  I walked to school every day and I walked home from school every day.  Even in the snow.  Even in the snow and the wind.  I stopped walking to school when I made it to high school.  Only losers walk to school in high school.  You know me well enough by now to know that I am most definitely NOT a loser.

Do you know who is a loser? Covid-19.  I hate that guy.

Thanks to that loser, there’s no such thing as school anymore.  School these days is Kitty sitting at my kitchen counter with a laptop whining about how bored she is.  And me barking at her to stop whining and do her assignments.  I feel conflicted because the work she is assigned is far below her abilities, they aren’t grading it, and I really don’t care if she completes it or not.  In fact, I feel like it’s an enormous waste of time.

But I can’t let her know that.

So I bark at her to keep up appearances.

I found pictures the other day of Kitty on the 100^th day of actual school before the world imploded. 

I also found a picture of crazy hair day.  We made her hair into a nest for her stuffed bird, Paradise. It was awesome.

Looking at these pictures and thinking about the abrupt end to her 1^st grade year made my heart sigh.  

The world seems so sad, so annoyingly uncertain, so boring.  But it doesn't matter - I won't let Covid-19 break us.

But I will gain 23 pounds because of him.

I really hate that guy!