I wrote my last blog on April 24th, about six weeks ago. I was on a tear for awhile, posting a lot of blessays (blog + essay). I had so many emotions that needed to come out as we waded through the coronavirus pandemic, and writing has always been my avenue for release. Fear, concern, boredom, and discomfort with the world's stage gripped me. Writing helped me search for lessons in the discomfort. Mom had been with me for six weeks at that time as I had taken her out of her nursing home when the governor signed an order forbidding visitors. Like at nursing homes all over the world, the residents were confined to their apartments to try and control the pandemic. I have been in touch with mom's friends who have not been out of their apartments for almost three months now. Fear, concern, boredom, and discomfort has overcome them too. Mom and I settled into a nice routine but I felt anxious about what was next. When do I send her back to her nursing home? How do I know the right time? Wi......

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