I long to get away for more time with friends and to see new places and at the same time I cherish this year of late breakfasts of scrambled eggs and hot coffee for my sweet family of three. We’re all here. The gang is all here all the time, and the daily agenda is largely ours to set. Work and school and play and meals and snacks and movies—it’s all happening here.

Will there ever again be a time like this one? I doubt it. Feeling grateful for this strange gift of time together.