Elevators On A Bed
In March of this year, the world went blurry. I had gotten into the habit of going to the park with Ellie every day. Not necessarily the same park every day, but we got out, we played, we enjoyed the sun (or the clouds), Ellie got her wiggles out, and we both interacted with others while out there. I remember our last time at the park. The rumors were already spreading that quarantine was coming, and I was more sad than panicked. Going to the park was everything to us. And now it was going away. We counted ourselves among the lucky ones; Preston's job wouldn't be terminated, but would go "virtual." I didn't have a job anyway, so there was no loss of income on my part either. Preston teaching from home meant we would see much much more of him, which all three of us were excited about. We knew there would be a learning curve as far as how this new way of life would work. Hoarders took to grocery stores and most especially toilet paper like there would be no other
