Today is Easter. Because of social distancing, we spent our day at home, not at Auntie Natalie’s house as usual. The Easter Bunny was hamstrung by shipping cancellations and delays, but the kids still got treats, courtesy of their Auntie Natalie and Vovo, who thought to send things early enough to decontaminate in time. And kudos to me, because I had, in a moment of pessimism over 30 days ago, bought an expensive bag of Mini Eggs, which I shared with the children today as my special Easter gift to them. Dinner will not be our usual Easter fare, but it will be delicious, and I will be grateful.
When this crisis is over, I hope I will remember the good things, like how my husband took such good care of us, how well the kids adapted, how everyone I work with rose to the unusual demands, and how the world united to protect the good things in life. I hope I will remember free symphony broadcasts, online trivia night from my local bookstore, talking to my mom and my MIL more often, huge outpouring of donations to save favorite bookstores, society’s fierce (and long overdue) appreciation for the underpaid workers who keep everything running, the creative and entertaining video content, the Twitter support, and just a general feeling of good will.
And I hope I will forget Trump. Just wipe him from my brain. And also wipe from my brain every GOP asshole who supported him, from Mitch McConnell down the line. Just take them all and may they all rot in Hell.