It’s a busy day. I get many things done, but not everything intended. The world doesn’t end. I take a break to put pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, read a few pages, and finish my book. These, knowing I’m leaving other things undone. But the world doesn’t end. I eat half an egg salad sandwich
Over the course of one twenty-four-hour period, between the two of us, five Zoom calls take place in our home. Necessary, some of them; productive, a few of them; but when I realize what has crept into this sanctuary I want to scream “Stop!” How easily busyness invades our space before we even realize it’s