Just before all this happened, H and I were going to start over. We’d hired movers, rented a place, got the kids ready, called the schools.

Then a sweater caught an unseen nail on the door. Damage from a broken water main had to be repaired. Ground had to be dried. Dry wall replaced.

And we had to start over. So we hired movers, rented a place, got the kids ready, called the schools. Again.

Then a bomb fell out of the blue sky. Panic and fear swept the globe. We had to break the lease. We had to call off the real estate agent. We had to stop altogether and order groceries from afar and hope we didn’t run out of toilet paper.

This morning the governors are talking about spring. The president is pretending he’s got power he was unwilling to wield only a week ago. Markets are looking at normal indicators of health.

But I’m not sure I’m ready to start over on starting over.

Maybe I’ll just sit for a while.