Today we had the worst blizzard since 1950s (apparently). They are closing schools again tomorrow and it feels like things haven’t been normal for such a long time. I am trying to do all the things I know I need to do: yoga, walks, swimming. I know I am doing things right, but nothing feels right. I scroll through the headlines without reading the articles. I have too much anger as is. The world hardens me. Then, at the end of the day I get a text from an old friend and it unravels me. Kindness makes me cry. I keep thinking back to those first months of Covid, when my son was just a baby and we were locked up and scared. I had taken up a habit to call my parents three to five times a day, just to make sure. I think I may start doing it again. It’s one of those things, you see, like when you are a child and you decide that you will avoid stepping on the cracks, because as long as you don’t step on these cracks everything will be alright and everyone will be healthy and live forever. So, I am desperately looking for the cracks not to step on.